Now that’s just inappropriate…
think I’ve already mentioned somewhere on here that my sister’s pregnant with twins (one boy, one girl!)… those little monkeys will be comin’ ’round the mountain in the next couple of months, and I don’t think I’m alone when I say that I CAN’T FREAKIN’ WAIT!!!!!!!!!! I‘ve always wanted to be an aunt, almost as much as I’ve always wanted to be a parent. Or maybe more, because an aunt doesn’t really need to take charge of the whole discipline thing. Or the whole buying diapers thing. But I will definitely be partaking in the whole buying cute baby/kid clothes thing! Oh, yeah. Make no mistake about it, my friends…! (<-McCainism)
But here’s the thing: there are some scary-@ss baby fashion disasters waiting to happen out there. Now, if you’ve ever even winked at my blog, you know that I’m not exactly a conservative. That being said, a line has to be drawn somewhere when it comes to the images we are projecting onto the future of this world (*cue Whitney Houston, because the children are her future, too). I would never be able to live with myself, or take my niece & nephew out in public, if they were clothed in any of the onesies and bibs that I am about to present to you.
Without further ado, I offer you today’s
INAPPROPRIATE BABY ATTIRE
(maybe I’ll even make it a weekly thing, because trust me, there are a gazillion more where these came from):
(These lovely little gems *gag* are all courtesy of CafePress.com)
Palin Poetics
ello, everyone. It’s been a week now since I’ve been blog-less. It was totally freakin’ rough. I’m not sure how I survived. In fact, I almost didn’t. Picture a very tiny, shredded thread, and some unmanicured fingernails clenched and hanging by it. Yeah, that was me. Or, I guess I should say “that was I.” Might as well be grammatically correct while professing my near-death experience.
In any event, now my unmanicured fingers are back on my iMac, typin’ to the oldies. Wellness is restored in my world.
So, of course, my first post back in “well world” is Palin-related. I’ve missed ripping on her too much. So I just have to. And then I’ll stray and post some other non-Palin stuff, I promise. But for now… let’s enjoy some Palin Poetics, shall we?
From the lovely Slate.com, a few of my favorite Palinisms, in verse:
1. “Befoulers of the Verbiage”
It was an unfair attack on the verbiage
That Senator McCain chose to use,
Because the fundamentals,
As he was having to explain afterwards,
He means our workforce.
He means the ingenuity of the American.
And of course that is strong,
And that is the foundation of our economy.
So that was an unfair attack there,
Again based on verbiage.
(To S. Hannity, Fox News, Sept. 18, 2008)
It is obvious to me
Who the good guys are in this one
And who the bad guys are.
The bad guys are the ones
Who say Israel is a stinking corpse,
And should be wiped off
The face of the earth.
That’s not a good guy.
(To K. Couric, CBS News, Sept. 25, 2008)
3. “Haiku”
These corporations.
Today it was AIG,
Important call, there.
(To S. Hannity, Fox News, Sept. 18, 2008)
4. “Small Mayors”
You know,
Small mayors,
Mayors of small towns—
Quote, unquote—
They’re on the front lines.
(To S. Hannity, Fox News, Sept. 19, 2008)
Debatin’ (drink) with Sarah Palin (drink)!
f I were a drinkin’ girl and didn’t have a cr@pload of gradin’ to do tonight, I’d enforce a drinkin’ game for the VP Debate that involves takin’ a drink every time Sarah Palin disses the “g” on words endin’ in the “-ing” suffix.
Example: “Ya know, Joe, I’m beginnin’ (drink) to think you’re right about me missin’ (drink) some brain cells and havin’ (drink) a few screws loose, ’cause I can’t even tell ya one single book or magazine I’ve read since bein’ (drink) so blessed and privileged to’ve been elected mayor of the great town ‘a Wasilla, Alaska.”
If you wanna (drink) get REALLY crazy, you could take a drink every time she says “ya” or shortens any word into a slacked-off version of its correct usage. An’ (drink) if ya (drink) wanna (drink) go ahead ‘n (drink) try that game, the above quote would be lookin’ (drink) somethin’ (drink) like this:
Example: ”Ya (drink) know, Joe, I’m beginnin’ (drink) to think you’re right about me missin’ (drink) some brain cells and havin’ (drink) a few screws loose, ’cause (drink) I can’t even tell ya (drink) one single book or magazine I’ve read since bein’ (drink) so blessed and privileged to’ve (drink) been elected mayor of the great town ‘a (drink) Wasilla, Alaska.”
Ya (drink) know what? I’m actually beginnin’ (drink) to have doubts that her last name is really “Palin.” For all we know, it’s really PALING, and she’s just bein’ (drink) lazy.
All hail the King! (aka, CNN-Addicts Anonymous)
y name is PauvrePlume, and I’m addicted to CNN. True story. I’ve actually heard (via my radio addiction, NPR) that there is a type of disorder/addiction that runs rampant during high-profile political seasons, whereby unsuspecting victims find themselves perched for hours (nay, DAYS) in front of the TV, hoping to get their politics fix, drool pooling around them, soaking into the couch cushion, leaving a dry trail of skin around their mouths. Yeah, it ain’t pretty. And that’s me. I’m the resident dry-skinned drool maven. Hey, I could do a lot worse, right? Right.
Besides, it’s not my fault. It’s my grandma’s fault. I stayed with her during spring break 2008, which just so happened to coincide with the Eliot Spitzer/call-girl controversy and the Democratic primary season. My pop-culture-plus-political-fascination naturally kicked into overdrive, but when you add my ridiculously cute, 90-year-old Gram to the mix — who just so happens to partake in a 24/7 CNN fiesta while also still finding the time to mow her own lawn – you might as well just strap me down with Larry King’s suspenders and shove John King’s super hi-tech, multi-touch collaboration wall down my throat.
Speaking of Lare-Bear… could someone please tell me why no one at CNN checks that dude before he goes on the air?!? I’m not being mean, I swear. I have Larry’s best interest at heart. In fact, I feel bad for the senile sap because he clearly inhabits some type of parallel universe in which royal blue oxfords, turquoise blue suspenders, and orange-red striped ties seem like a good idea. It’s not just the suspenders. I’m actually kind of a fan of suspenders. They’re fun. Strappy and fun. I always imagine that they could become loose and pull free at any second, flail around and ultimately smack somebody in the cheek. Now, come on: that would be AWESOME, right?! Right. Anyway, poor Larry needs some freakin’ help, that’s all I’m saying. I love when he has “up-’n-comers” on his show, and it’s so obvious that he just looked at the index card, like, 5 minutes before he went on the air, so he pronounces names wrong, effs up show titles and biographical info… I freakin’ LOVE when that happens.
But, I mean, who can bash him, you know? It’s freakin’ LARRY KING!!!!! The suspenderized fossil has hosted his own successful talk show for an incomprehensible 23 years, for crying out loud. His success flies in the face of his public arrest for grand larceny in the ’70s, a heart attack and quintuple-bypass surgery in 1987, seven marriages and six divorces… Somehow, King managed to meet and marry Shawn Southwick, a woman 26 years his junior (Larry is 74, Shawn is 48) and with whom he has had two children, aged eight and nine. The dude doesn’t quit, apparently. I just think it would be cool if he didn’t quit while NOT wearing an unspeakably heinous suspender/tie/oxford ensemble, that’s all.
So, it’s no secret that a ton of people love to tune into CNN because of a certain handsome and witty, prematurely grey anchor who just so happens to be Gloria Vanderbilt’s son. Anderson Cooper is truly enjoyable, don’t get me wrong. I’ve been a huge fan ever since he zoomed his journalistic way into my high school TV sets via Channel One in the 1990s.
But my CNN crush is another handsome, witty, prematurely grey anchor. But, not just any anchor. Oh no. John King happens to be CNN’s Chief National Correspondent, thank you very much. And he’s d@@@@@@mn good at it. Not only does he NOT wear obnoxious suspender/tie/oxford ensembles, but he also possesses some mad multi-touch skillz and impeccable analyses of political strategies and f*ck-ups. John King, I choose to ignore the fact that you foolishly married your CNN colleague, Dana Bash, earlier this year. Minor detail. I will not let this stand in the way of my daily JK appreciation. Especially because CNN stuck her with tracking the McCain Campaign this election season. I can only imagine that your wife is being infested by McPalinisms on an hourly basis and, therefore, it is best that you spend as much time away from her as possible. Which will help me to delude myself into thinking that you two are not together AT ALL. And which re-confirms the fact that your marriage to Ms. Bashketcase is completely inconsequential.
In a similar vein, I refuse to allow any alleged “John King Lovers” to diminish my adoration for you — or for your Magic Wall.
You are about to enter one of the most highly charged and significant times of your — and your Magic Wall’s — life: Election 2008. You will be tired. Your neatly-tied tie will begin to crookedize itself. Your multi-touching fingers will become crampy and weary. But you will persevere, JK. Oh, yes, you will persevere, as only a strong-willed, determined Chief National Correspondent can. And I will be there for you, JK, every step of the way.
Now, apparently I am not your only admirer. I mean, besides me and, you know, your wife. Apparently there are others. Please don’t misunderstand: I am extremely grateful that the world is catching on to your brilliance and journalistic magnetism. I am. I swear.
Still, you must understand that it is always difficult to share something one admires so much. So, while I praise a site such as “John the News King,” I must admit that I am a bit saddened to learn that you do not exist solely for me. Oh, and your wife. And for me.
(*Note: I mean this pog in the least creepy way possible and pinky-swear that I am not a stalker. Though I really would like to get my paws on that Magic Wall…)
Premature Ejac—Declaration.
mm, somebody jumped the gun. And, despite what you may think, that gun-jumper is not Sarah Palin; it’s her geriatric cohort, my friends. It’s John McCain and his campaign cronies, my friends. And it only makes McCain look even more senile, my friends.
Check it out: this morning’s online edition of The Wall Street Journal looked a little something like this:
Anybody notice a problem? Umm… a problem surrounding a certain Presidential Candidate, my friends? Uh-huh, there you go. Apparently, McCain and his cronies have morphed into clairvoyants without our knowledge,
and they’ve concluded that Mr. Anheuser-Busch has won the first Presidential Debate… which is to be held tonight… in Oxford, MS… at 9pm EST. In other words: it hasn’t happened yet. So, unless the McCain camp maintains a direct line to Miss Cleo, this ad was a big “OOPSIE” in the land of campaign advertising.
Hmm, I can’t help but wonder if the McCain peeps have also prepared a “MCCAIN LOSES!” ad? You know, just in case his psychic friends were wrong.
I can’t wait for this debate… my friends.
White Privilege & the 2008 Election
y sister forwarded me a brilliant Op-Ed piece today by Tim Wise. An essayist, speaker, and activist, Wise has several publications, including White Like Me (2005) and Speaking Treason Fluently (2008), both published by Soft Skull Press. In addition to his own website, Wise also maintains his own blog on RedRoom.com, which you can access HERE.
In the “Bio” section of his blog, you will discover that “Tim Wise is among the most prominent anti-racist writers and activists in the U.S., and has been called, ‘One of the most brilliant, articulate and courageous critics of white privilege in the nation,’ by best-selling author and professor Michael Eric Dyson, of Georgetown University. Wise has spoken in 48 states, and on over 400 college campuses, including Harvard, Stanford, and the Law Schools at Yale and Columbia, and has spoken to community groups around the nation.” So, there you go. I hope that’s a sufficient intro for you. So, without further ado, I give you Wise’s wonderful, in-your-face essay, published on his blog on September 13, 2008:
THIS IS YOUR NATION ON WHITE PRIVILEGE
By Tim WiseFor those who still can’t grasp the concept of white privilege, or who are constantly looking for some easy-to-understand examples of it, perhaps this list will help.
White privilege is when you can get pregnant at seventeen like Bristol Palin and everyone is quick to insist that your life and that of your family is a personal matter, and that no one has a right to judge you or your parents, because “every family has challenges,” even as black and Latino families with similar “challenges” are regularly typified as irresponsible, pathological and arbiters of social decay.
White privilege is when you can call yourself a “fuckin’ redneck,” like Bristol Palin’s boyfriend does, and talk about how if anyone messes with you, you’ll “kick their fuckin’ ass,” and talk about how you like to “shoot shit” for fun, and still be viewed as a responsible, all-American boy (and a great son-in-law to be) rather than a thug.
White privilege is when you can attend four different colleges in six years like Sarah Palin did (one of which you basically failed out of, then returned to after making up some coursework at a community college), and no one questions your intelligence or commitment to achievement, whereas a person of color who did this would be viewed as unfit for college, and probably someone who only got in in the first place because of affirmative action.
White privilege is when you can claim that being mayor of a town smaller than most medium-sized colleges, and then Governor of a state with about the same number of people as the lower fifth of the island of Manhattan, makes you ready to potentially be president, and people don’t all piss on themselves with laughter, while being a black U.S. Senator, two-term state Senator, and constitutional law scholar, means you’re “untested.”
White privilege is being able to say that you support the words “under God” in the pledge of allegiance because “if it was good enough for the founding fathers, it’s good enough for me,” and not be immediately disqualified from holding office–since, after all, the pledge was written in the late 1800s and the “under God” part wasn’t added until the 1950s–while believing that reading accused criminals and terrorists their rights (because, ya know, the Constitution, which you used to teach at a prestigious law school requires it), is a dangerous and silly idea only supported by mushy liberals.
White privilege is being able to be a gun enthusiast and not make people immediately scared of you.
White privilege is being able to have a husband who was a member of an extremist political party that wants your state to secede from the Union, and whose motto was “Alaska first,” and no one questions your patriotism or that of your family, while if you’re black and your spouse merely fails to come to a 9/11 memorial so she can be home with her kids on the first day of school, people immediately think she’s being disrespectful.
White privilege is being able to make fun of community organizers and the work they do–like, among other things, fight for the right of women to vote, or for civil rights, or the 8-hour workday, or an end to child labor–and people think you’re being pithy and tough, but if you merely question the experience of a small town mayor and 18-month governor with no foreign policy expertise beyond a class she took in college–you’re somehow being mean, or even sexist.
White privilege is being able to convince white women who don’t even agree with you on any substantive issue to vote for you and your running mate anyway, because all of a sudden your presence on the ticket has inspired confidence in these same white women, and made them give your party a “second look.”
White privilege is being able to fire people who didn’t support your political campaigns and not be accused of abusing your power or being a typical politician who engages in favoritism, while being black and merely knowing some folks from the old-line political machines in Chicago means you must be corrupt.
White privilege is being able to attend churches over the years whose pastors say that people who voted for John Kerry or merely criticize George W. Bush are going to hell, and that the U.S. is an explicitly Christian nation and the job of Christians is to bring Christian theological principles into government, and who bring in speakers who say the conflict in the Middle East is God’s punishment on Jews for rejecting Jesus, and everyone can still think you’re just a good church-going Christian, but if you’re black and friends with a black pastor who has noted (as have Colin Powell and the U.S. Department of Defense) that terrorist attacks are often the result of U.S. foreign policy and who talks about the history of racism and its effect on black people, you’re an extremist who probably hates America.
White privilege is not knowing what the Bush Doctrine is when asked by a reporter, and then people get angry at the reporter for asking you such a “trick question,” while being black and merely refusing to give one-word answers to the queries of Bill O’Reilly means you’re dodging the question, or trying to seem overly intellectual and nuanced.
White privilege is being able to claim your experience as a POW has anything at all to do with your fitness for president, while being black and experiencing racism is, as Sarah Palin has referred to it a “light” burden.
And finally, white privilege is the only thing that could possibly allow someone to become president when he has voted with George W. Bush 90 percent of the time, even as unemployment is skyrocketing, people are losing their homes, inflation is rising, and the U.S. is increasingly isolated from world opinion, just because white voters aren’t sure about that whole “change” thing. Ya know, it’s just too vague and ill-defined, unlike, say, four more years of the same, which is very concrete and certain…
White privilege is, in short, the problem.














































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