One of the weirder things about being so progressively feminist is how much I love The Bachelor. For the under-initiated, this is a first generation (now in its 17th season) reality TV show on ABC that features a hunky Bachelor trying to decide between 25 hand-picked, lovely young women who incredibly all fall in love with The Bachelor on the first night of the show. Continue reading
When I was young, back before the Punic Wars, there was a two-part ritual my father observed every night. He came home from work; he sat down at the dinner table; he picked up the newspaper and read it from front to back, never putting it down until he was finished. He would fold it in such a way that he could hold it in one hand and manage to eat at the same time. There was never much scintillating dinner conversation in my house. Part two of the ritual came at 11 pm when, no matter what, he would watch the local news (15 minutes) followed by the network news (15 minutes), followed by Jack Paar (and later Johnny Carson). Continue reading
“Law and justice are not always the same.”
When I arrived to college, I wasn’t a great critical thinker. I knew enough by high school to question my parents’ authority and conclude that many of my teachers weren’t giving us the full truth about history or, say, the usefulness of calculus. I could also see inequality in my life without it being pointed out for me—like how my softball team practiced at the dilapidated fields Continue reading
Did you ever wonder where all the batshit crazy people come from? You know who I’m talking about. Everyone has their own favorite. My favorite batman at the moment is Alex Jones. If you are looking for someone who embodies the batshit craziness lurking throughout this country, you have to look no further. Continue reading
Much has been made in the past week or so of claims that our President has fallen prey to a bit of gender and racial bias in staffing his inner circles. In case you missed it, this photo in the NY Times prompted a wave of news items and opinion pieces about whether Obama prefers to employ white dudes rather than living out the dream of a diverse and equal America he promoted relentlessly on the campaign trail. Continue reading
“There’s no place out there for graft, or greed, or lies, or compromise with human liberties. And if that’s what the grownups have done with this world that was given to them, then we better get those boys’ camps started fast and see what the kids can do.” – Jefferson Smith, “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington”
Have you ever noticed that when things look darkest we always seem to look to the next generation to fix all the problems we’ve created? If you’re one of the “next generation,” I know that you’ve noticed it. Noticed it, internalized it, and resent it. Continue reading
I didn’t sleep well the night before Election Day 2012—something about the very early morning alarm, chronic lack of sleep after a long campaign, and a feeling in my stomach that reminded me of Christmas. It wasn’t as much the “yipee Santa!” stomach I remember from my childhood—more like your first holidays with a new significant other, when you experience overwhelming anxiety because you can’t tell if your gift for them will be incredibly underwhelming or embarrassingly excessive compared to their gift for you. Continue reading
Warning: The following contains what anyone who has never spent 15 minutes in a public high school might consider profanity. No one has ever accused me of social correctness. No one is forcing you to read this. If you have delicate sensibilities, go read Jane Austen.
By the time you read this a new government will have been sworn in, which is to say, that we’ll have the same old government we’ve always had with a few new players. The new players will have had their day raising their hands and swearing to uphold the whatevers, and then we’ll get back to business as usual.
This pseudo-monumental event would, since I’ve managed to kick my pre-election addiction to cable news pundits, have escaped my notice altogether except for the fact that someone I know was actually involved in all the swearing and upholding. I’m sure it was great photo op and a scrapbook field day. Continue reading