Archive for June, 2012

I’ve stated before, I’m not a terribly political person. I get most of my news from a combination of the Today Show and the Daily Mail (out of the UK), so I’m generally lucky to have any sort of clue about what is going on in the world, and certainly politically in the US.

Also, I don’t like starting political arguments. I can barely deal with the level of energy needed to keep up with comments on my Daniel Tosh entries (see here and here).  Everyone is entitled to their opinion, and no amount of arguing, shaming or bullying will change what someone believes.

For the record, my political tendencies are pretty far to the left.  In the last election, I was massively pro-Hilary. I think that woman is a genius and I love how tough she is.  When she lost the primary to Obama, I was not sad, and pretty quickly was swept up in the tidal wave that was Barack Obama love and admiration. I love the ideas of hope and change that came out of his campaign. Having been a hater of W, I just wanted someone different, and it seemed Obama was pretty much as different as you could get.  I was elated when he won, and I think he’s done a pretty good job with the steaming pile of poop he had been left with. There was no way anyone on earth could have set this country straight in four years.  He’s done admirably, especially when you consider the level of opposition he’s been getting from Conservatives in DC.

I digress, and perhaps that was just too political to write. Anyway, my point in saying all of that is, I am thrilled and honored to cast my vote for President Obama in the upcoming election.


Being a registered Democrat, and having had the same Hotmail account since I graduated college in 1997, I get a lot of junk mail, and somehow have ended up on the email list for the Democratic National Party.  They are out of control right now. Apparently, President Obama is in the position of being the first incumbent in history who will be outspent by his opponent for the election. Meaning, Mitt’s people have way more money, and more money means more influence with all the campaigning and ads and stuff they need to do to gain support.  I have been getting at least one message a day from these people essentially pleading for donations. It’s getting awkward.

The kind of funny part is that the emails are “from” people like famous Senators, VP Joe Biden, Michelle Obama, or even President Obama himself.  My favorite are Obama’s emails, because it is clear that someone related to their campaign in PR has decided to capitalize on his “coolness” factor; his emails often have subject lines like, “Hey”, and one was actually signed “B”.  Seriously.

I don’t contribute a lot to politics – I’ve never been in much of a financial position to do so. But as part of these Democratic Party emails, I got one “from” Sarah Jessica Parker. She was hosting a fund raising dinner at her place in New York, and by making a contribution, you were entered to win a spot at that dinner, with all sorts of celebrities and political figures. They’d just had one in LA at George Clooney’s place a few weeks before (my good friend, who oversees special events, was at Clooney’s house the entire week leading up to it, and was there the night of the event; I will never stop being jealous).  Needless to say, I didn’t win a trip to NYC and dinner at SJP’s house.  If I had, surely you would have heard about it by now. But I had donated $25 or some other modest amount to the cause, which I should feel proud about, but maybe it wasn’t enough to exempt me from the onslaught of harassment I would subsequently receive.


Maybe donors who contribute thousands are treated with a little more subtlety?  It has almost started to feel like a cry for handouts, and it generally makes me feel guilty because I love President Obama and I want him to have another four years in office, but certainly me chipping in another $8 (today’s request) or even $25 isn’t going to make a difference?  I guess if everyone thought like that, where would we be?  With Mitt Romney for president and a few of us looking to emigrate to a Caribbean island.  So, unless you want to join me in the Caribbean to escape the reign of President Romney, perhaps you too will want to make a contribution to the Obama campaign – you can do so here.  Otherwise, I’ll let you know what island we land on and we can all start a commune.  Everyone will have a job, and healthcare will be free provided you are ok with me administering Advil, and you can get on board with my family’s philosophy of “alcohol kills germs.”

Our new home?


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This morning I was waiting in my chiropractor’s office (I have sciatica!  Raise your hand if you’re an old lady! Just me? Oh.), and to combat waiting room boredom, I decided to eavesdrop on a conversation between the couple sitting next to me. They were older, maybe in their late 40s or early 50s.  The conversation was something like this:

Man: “Today is Jane’s birthday.”

Woman: “No, it was yesterday.”

Man: “Oh yeah, you’re right.”

Woman: “Did you check Facebook to see if there’s a party?”

Years ago, electronic invitation services such as e-Vite took over for sending traditional paper invitations. And it all seemed fine – save some trees and let everyone see who else is going (how else do you determine if the event is worthy of your time or not?). When Facebook became prominent, people started sending invitations through that site’s social calendar function, which also sort of seemed ok.  Except for the fact that traditional etiquette gets further and further away with each of these electronic advancements.  What if you don’t check Facebook all that often?  Many people don’t, especially folks in the age group of the couple I encountered this morning.  It made me feel a little sad for them, like they knew that, unless they checked Facebook, they would miss out because no one would tell them about it otherwise.  Is that what passes for ok these days?

When I first signed up for Facebook however many years ago, I was as fascinated as the next person about the access I had to details of the lives of people I haven’t spoken to in many years, or people who I am only mildly acquainted with.  But the newness wore off, and it became tedious to me to see the ignorant things people say, the horrific oversharing, and the hours of time that people waste playing stupid things like Farmville or Mafia Wars.  So my logging on is pretty much few and far between these days, and I mostly only do it if I have a notification pending or a message from someone I need to respond to.

My extended family are some of the worst at committing the Facebook offenses I mention above.  My cousins and their children are not above bickering at each other through status updates, using offensive language in a way that just makes them sound trashy and ignorant, and playing dumb games that take up 90% of my home page.  A few months ago, one of my cousins got engaged. The only reason anyone knew that (including his own father) was because he and his fiancee took pictures of the ring and posted it online. The only reason I knew about it was because my mom (the epitome of a Facebook “creeper”) called to tell me, “Your cousin Tony just got engaged.  You should go on Facebook and congratulate him.”

I don’t know why, but I found this insulting, and I refused to do it.  I resent the idea that, unless I’m pathetically cruising other people’s status updates, I will miss the important events of their life.  Doesn’t anyone make a phone call anymore? Or even send a personal email?  It feels like, if you are not paying attention on Facebook then you miss the boat.  My own rule that I made up is, if it’s important enough that you expect me to congratulate you, then tell me yourself. Don’t assume I am checking out your Facebook status.  Maybe some people don’t care, but if anyone ever got insulted because I didn’t congratulate them through social media, that is the argument I would use.

I wonder if I am a lone dissenting opinion on this (I generally put a lot of thought into things that most people don’t care about).  Worse, going back to my new status as an old lady, perhaps I’m just losing touch with what currently passes for socially acceptable.  I know I already make many “Back in my day..” type statements, and that’s probably only going to get worse.  Maybe I should start posting them all to Facebook.

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Ever since the horrific incident a few weeks ago when a man high on “bath salts” ate 75% of another man’s face, Cannibalism has seemed like a hot button topic.  As with any sensationalized media story, it’s difficult to know if this stuff really happens in general and the media happened to pick up on it and report the stories as group, or if there is truly some horrific epidemic that is leading us towards the dreaded zombie apocalypse. Since I am a bit nervous about the zombie apocalypse in general, this alarms me greatly.  I need a machete and a lot more canned goods.

After the Bath Salts guy, there was some guy in Maryland who killed his roommate and then ate the guy’s heart and brain. This is not to be outdone by the porn star in Canada who killed his former boyfriend, then ate him (and also mailed various body parts to places around Canada, including elementary schools).

All of these stories have that sort of train wreck quality to them, where you want to look away and not read anymore, but you just can’t help yourself. Yesterday, that is exactly what led me to discover that The Huffington Post has a dedicated section for stories about Cannibalism.  I can’t make this stuff up.

This morning, as I was driving to work, I noticed something on the side of the road that I couldn’t quite make out. As I got closer, I realized it was two squirrels, one dead, and one leaning over the other’s lifeless body.  My initial reaction was that it was the saddest thing I’ve seen in a while. Was the alive squirrel checking to see if the other one was still breathing? Administering squirrel CPR?  Mourning the death of the other squirrel and crying tiny squirrel tears? And then a horrifying thought entered my head, no thanks to all of the cannibal stories I’ve been reading. What if the alive squirrel was eating the other squirrel’s face?! Does that type of thing occur in the squirrel kingdom?

I’m surprised I haven’t been having nightmares. One thing is for sure, and that is that I will never look at the world the same way again. If you need me between now and the apocalypse, I’ll be at home, sharpening my machete.


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