The Why and Wherefore

A dramatic reading of a Wasilla town meeting.

*Totally* prepares you for leading the free world.

Although, come to think of it, I bet Bush meetings are like this too, only without the penny-pinching.

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.

OK, maybe just one link. Read the rest of this entry »

Well, I am long overdue for a post of any kind, but I plead at least half a dozen good excuses. After coming home from a two-week vacation overseas, giving notice at my job, dealing with the dismantling of my bathroom (leak from upstairs) and the death of our refrigerator, and getting engaged, thankfully I’ve had a few things to distract me from the monstrous political sideshow that is Sarah Palin. Read the rest of this entry »

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 Salon.com. In fact, once you’ve read hers, I probably don’t need to bother posting at all.

Zombie Feminists of the RNC

Yesterday was a semi-historic day, as Susan Faludi depressingly pointed out in the NY Times. On the 88th anniversary of the 19th Amendment, which gave women the right to vote, Hillary Clinton took the podium at the DNC Convention to basically give a second concession speech.

All week, the media has been flogging the PUMA movement and waiting desperately to see if Clinton will somehow disrupt the convention with some kind of power grab, despite the fact that she has been nothing but gracious and enthusiastic for Obama since she suspended her campaign.

Powerful women. They’re so scary, aren’t they?

A friend of mine emailed me wanting to know why this was such a painful moment for Clinton voters everywhere. Actually, he Twittered me, but I realized there was no way I could answer in 140 characters. 🙂

My answer: Read the rest of this entry »

A colleague of mine forwarded me this Guardian article the other day, and I was so repeatedly horrified that I feel I have to borrow a page from Sadly, No!‘s playbook and really take this one apart a piece at a time. Get settled in, this is a long one.

Time Warp Wives

Now, this article is designed as something of a playful entertainment piece — look at these funny women and the lengths they go to for realism! But this ain’t no year-round Ren Faire, my friends. It doesn’t take much to detect some very deeply disturbing undertones to this behavior — not to mention an incredibly willful disregard for reality. Read the rest of this entry »

Well, I haven’t posted much about politics lately, as I’ve been much more wrapped up in my own little world to pay attention to who’s playing what card (race, age, offshore drilling, tire pressure).

Although the boyfriend pointed out–to my great amusement–that at the biker rally where McCain drew so much ire for objectifying his wife, he also asked the crowd if they were tired of paying $4 a gallon for gas. This, of course, was AFTER he encouraged them to rev their engines to show their enthusiasm.

But enough about that. More about me. Read the rest of this entry »

In reading Salon’s fantastic article defending the casual hookup (particularly from the women’s perspective), a friend of mine pointed out the jaw-dropping abstinence slogan “There’s No Condom for the Heart.” Forthwith, a collaboration with my dear friend Pants, in promoting additional slogans for the movement:

10. Don’t Have Sex: You’re Probably Not That Good At It

9. The Best Birth Control is Shame

8. God is Watching, and He Says You’re Doing It Wrong

7. That’s Not What We Mean By “Missionary”

6. Who Would Jesus Do? Not You. Or Anyone. But Especially Not You.

5. Christ Didn’t Die for Our Sins So You Could Settle for a 6

4. We Protect the Unborn, But After That You’re On Your Own [with apologies to George Carlin]

3. Go F**k Yourself. But You Didn’t Hear That From Me.

2. Sex Ed? Don’t Ask, Because We Won’t Tell.

And the number one best new abstinence slogan we could come up with:

1. If God Wanted You to Get Pregnant, He’d Do It Himself

CA bans trans fats. I’m going to Disneyland McDonald’s!

(I mean, someone has to keep them from going under.)

Obama: Berlin.

McCain: Schmidt’s Sausage Haus und Restaurant, Columbus, Ohio.

Note to McCain: the common-man act worked like a charm in ’04, but I suspect most voters today would rather have someone who can handle the Brandenburg Gate than someone who’ll share a stein with ’em.

I hope.

P.S. Still-president Bush: Claiming neutrality, bans federal employees from attending Obama’s speech. Good job there, President Switzerland.