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And why not, you ask?

Well, that’s really not what’s going on in my brain these days. Every day that Obama’s lead goes up, my butt muscles unclench slightly. I take nothing for granted… but I sure am glad to see that Palin bounce sputtering out. I’ve even gotten over being called a “pseudo-intellectual bimbo” by a TOTAL STRANGER at the end of my first-ever first-class flight.

I made such a strenuous effort to have a polite and thoughtful conversation with my seatmate, who said that Obama scared him because of Louis Farrakhan (WTF???), and at the very end as we’re deplaning, some scary lady in the next aisle busts out with that one after she overhears me praise Bill Clinton’s environmental and economic policies.

OK, maybe I haven’t quite gotten over it (and no, I had no pithy retorts for Crazy Lady. You don’t taunt angry baboons. They will just throw more poo at you). And it was worth it, because I got through to the seatmate by comparing gay marriage to interracial marriage. I could see the light bulb go on!

OK, maybe this post is just a TEENY bit about politics. But I’m done now. Really.

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Just back from vacation, and boy are my knickers in a twist about Sarah Palin. Until I have a chance to write a longer post, please enjoy (or maybe you won’t) this brilliant piece by Rebecca Traister of In fact, once you’ve read hers, I probably don’t need to bother posting at all.

Zombie Feminists of the RNC

What an incredible speech.

I am all asniffle.

In the past few months, I’ve had reason to study the wedding-industrial complex more closely, as my boyfriend and I edge cautiously towards the precipice. A spate of hand-wringing articles came out last year around this time, upon the publication of Rebecca Mead’s One Perfect Day: The Selling of the American Wedding. The average cost of an American wedding, as many now know, is an obscene $27K or so.

Now, I’m not too worried about running that up on my credit card; though I have plenty of my own wedding fantasies, they are more likely to include a post-reception pool party than ice sculptures and monogrammed M&Ms. But I have found myself in the odd position of trying to defend the very concept of a traditional wedding to my decidedly nontraditional beloved, who really would prefer to elope. (My version of “nontraditional,” so far, is a nonwhite dress, an engagement ring under $500, and s’mores at the reception. That last one is nonnegotiable.) Read the rest of this entry »