Monday, January 31, 2011

When celebrities speak truth...on accident

Here's my disclaimer. I have no idea who Chelsea Handler is. None. The article says she's a comedian and an author. Okay, sure. We'll go with that. The two books she's listed as writing are, "My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands," and "Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea."

I'm sure she has a very promising career ahead of her.

A quote she gave in a recent Glamour Magazine article caught my attention. It was so accidentally honest, I simply can't help repeating it. So here it is.

In regard to promiscuity, in my book [My Horizontal Life] I actually have sex with a total of eight guys in the entire thing. But the fact that I discussed it at all led people to believe that I was some big trollop. I think it’s OK—that’s what your twenties are for. Now that I’m in my thirties, that’s over. If there’s a message that I can’t say loud enough, it’s that it’s OK to be who you are. I don’t want to be one of those girls who is like, “Oh, I didn’t do that. I’m not like that.” Because those girls make girls like me feel bad about ourselves. And we should be bringing each other up, not putting each other down.

Real mental meat here. The girl's a thinker.

What I don't understand is, if the message she "can't say loud enough" is that it's "OK to be who you are," then why can't girls who don't have one-night stands, why is it not okay for them to be who they are?

You can only be who you are if you don't make Chelsea Handler feel bad about who she is?

Maybe it's me, but it loses something in the translation.

That brings me to what really got my attention. The truth I'm not sure she realized she was speaking.

So your twenties are all about casual sex. She says it like it's a given. Of course you sleep around in your twenties. That's what "your twenties are for".

In other words, it's normal and healthy and nothing to feel ashamed about. It's the whole purpose of an entire decade of your life - having meaningless sex with strangers. It's so great, in fact, you stop doing it in your thirties?

Again. Maybe English isn't her first language. Maybe it's not mine, if she's speaking it.

So if casual, meaningless sex is such a healthy, beneficial, glorious lifestyle, then how do women who abstain make Chelsea Handler feel bad about herself?
It's normal, right?
It's great fun, right?
There's nothing wrong with it, right?
No regrets. No mental baggage. No self-esteem issues. No negatives at all. Just not good, not clean, not fun, fun.
I don’t want to be one of those girls who is like, “Oh, I didn’t do that. I’m not like that.” Because those girls make girls like me feel bad about ourselves.
How is that possible Chelsea Handler? Either it isn't possible, or you aren't being honest...most likely with yourself. Casual sex isn't casual. It never was. And for you, it's created a division in your mind between girls who abstain and "girls like me."

If there's nothing more to casual sex than an evening's worth of entertainment, then it shouldn't have the power to divide you from "those girls" or any girls. Period.

When you protect yourself physically, you are, in turn, protecting yourself mentally and spiritually and personally and other '"ly"s, too. When you are doing what is right for yourself, what is right morally, you don't need an agreeing consensus to confirm those choices. It's worth the disagreement. And when you are being more than just "who you are", but actually being the best version of you, no one can make you feel bad about yourself. Their opinions simply don't matter.

Chelsea Handler, if you want to be honest, maybe your next book should be about your regrets.


Today, a Florida federal judge ruled Obamacare "unconstitutional". In doing so, he stated and supported President Obama's own position in 2008. Obama thought it was a lousy idea back then, too. In fact, that was the key difference and campaign selling point against his then primary challenger Hillary Clinton.

Her health care reform required mandates. His didn't.
“I note that in 2008, then-Senator Obama supported a health care reform proposal that did not include an individual mandate because he was at that time strongly opposed to the idea, stating that ‘if a mandate was the solution, we can try that to solve homelessness by mandating everybody to buy a house,’” Judge Vinson wrote in a footnote toward the end of the 78-page ruling Monday.

Redford: Pay no attention to my hypocrisy

His a good actor. Just a hypocritical person. But, seriously, are we really surprised?

The only people who believe Hollywood is committed to their dogmatic causes is Hollywood. And I don't doubt they doubt themselves most of the time.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Give? You've got to be joking.

For a day, much like today, when I thought I had nothing left to give. A brief walk, a little sunshine, a moment without pain and this song convinced me otherwise.

Here's to having more. And giving it away.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

A glimpse into my psychosis.

"Make a list," he said, with coffeemakers and coffee drinkers intermingling behind him.

I grabbed my purse, pulled out my pen, and then realized in that instant I didn't have paper.

No paper? How do I not have paper? I always have paper. Paper is part of my staple, my lifeblood. Along with a pen. It's ever present. Shooting from my fingertips. There in a snap. My only superpower is the ability to produce pen and paper at will. And now...suddenly...gone. Unarmed. Unprepared. I wiggled my fingers and no paper appeared.

"Here," he said, handing me a flier, "you can use the back of this."

I looked at my wiggling fingers and thought, 'They work.'

TIME: O's the New FDR! I mean Reagan!

TIME magazine doesn't believe you can't read. They believe you can't think.

Obama won! Everyone's now a liberal. Big government rocks. Our boy Obama is the new FDR!

Crap. Everyone hates big government. Obama got pounced in the recent election. Obama is the new Reagan!

For the liberals at TIME, Obama must succeed. The media has staked everything on this nuance kid from no where who accomplished nothing. They hold the controlling interest in his stock. He is the image. And that image can and must be tweaked, depending on how the wind blows. He's like a bendy straw. So if publicly bending over one ideology doesn't work, he'll publicly twist back the other way.

But he's still the same liberal. Still believes people are incapable of running their own lives. Still believes in a government control that far exceeds, and actually reverses, our own Constitution. Still hates a Republic democracy, capitalism, and the right of every human to live and die by our own moral stamina.

They can twist him in whatever direction they choose, but he is still the same. And Americans don't want his ideas.

So maybe he's more like a stir stick.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

SOTU Address: Fact or Fiction?

As a writer, words mean something to me. They have a purpose, a target, a specific reason for being spoken. Spoken words always say something, either the truth or a lie. It has to be one or the other.

With Obama, I really lost interest in his speeches during the campaign trail. He used words like special effects - heighten emotion here, create sense of well-being there, paint the sky red and roll back the sea, all while the sky remains blue and the sea remains constant.

He wasn't speaking truth. He was the Wizard behind the curtain, except in his case it was a podium, pulling levers and creating awe and distraction. Don't focus on his voting record, focus on his words. Don't focus on his experience, focus on his words. Don't focus on what he's really saying, focus on how his words make you feel.

Many called that being a great orator. I called it sporadic tinnitus. All I could hear was this flat ringing in my ears.

So listening to his State of the Union Address wasn't on my agenda last night. I have a life to live and not enough time in it to waste on white noise.

The day after with the polls and the fact-checks, however, is always interesting. If you want truth, the AP actually took a stab at it by listing the creative math and memory behind Obama's speech last night. Here's an example:

OBAMA: Vowed to veto any bills sent to him that include "earmarks," pet spending provisions pushed by individual lawmakers. "Both parties in Congress should know this: If a bill comes to my desk with earmarks inside, I will veto it."

THE FACTS: House Speaker John Boehner, R-Ohio, has promised that no bill with earmarks will be sent to Obama in the first place. Republicans have taken the lead in battling earmarks while Obama signed plenty of earmark-laden spending bills when Democrats controlled both houses. As recently as last month, Obama was prepared to sign a catchall spending measure stuffed with earmarks, before it collapsed in the Senate after an outcry from conservatives over the bill's $8 billion-plus in home-state pet projects.

It's a turnabout for the president; in early 2009, Obama sounded like an apologist for the practice: "Done right, earmarks have given legislators the opportunity to direct federal money to worthy projects that benefit people in their districts, and that's why I've opposed their outright elimination," he said then.

And if you want fun, brief highlights of the "most" moments - including most honest and most tired - check out Kevin McCollough's article at FoxNews.

His most ridiculous: "This is our generation’s Sputnik moment."

This analogy was bad from the start. "Sputnik" was the failed first effort of the Soviets. Americans should not, and will not want a 'Sputnik moment'."

I'm not sure whose living in a dream world - Obama or his speech writers or both since he hired them and approves of what they say. Either way, I had an excellent evening last night, good company, great conversation, creamy mashed potatoes and flawless digestion.

Verbal gobbledygook wasn't on the menu.

Friday, January 21, 2011

The Single Man's Sexual Revolution

There's a saying about free milk and pricey cows that fits here.

Researchers found that since women in the 18- to 23-year-old group feel they don't need men for financial dependence, many of them feel they can play around with multiple partners without consequence, and that the early 20s isn't the time to have a serious relationship. But eventually, they do come to want a real, lasting relationship. The problem is that there will still be women who will have sex readily without commitment, and since men know this, fewer of them are willing to go steady.

Sex has consequences. And it took a University of Texas study to prove it? I think that should have been the headline:

Common sense eludes sexually-active public;
Researches waste time/funding finding it

They weren't the only ones. Their research was based on other research. How difficult can this be to understand? The sexual revolution started with our parents, or even a little before. Yet we still can't see the massive complications, implications, emotional damage and physical disease it brought?

Good golly Miss Molly. Try a new tactic. Casual sex doesn't exist. Not for women. And you can be as independent and progressive and open-minded as you want. It still doesn't exist. We weren't created that way. A woman treating sex like an immoral man is like a man trying to have a baby like a pregnant woman.

Not going to happen. But you can give it a try, if you want. Enjoy the stretchmarks, hormonal imbalance, excruciating pain and eventual death.

But what a ride?

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Hu's having fun?

Joseph Lindsey. You and your dang mind-irritating Facebook statuses. You did this. All you.

So Joseph posts this Facebook status today. Without his express permission or even without asking, I'm reposting it here:
Last night the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize winner hosted a dinner for the guy who's holding the 2010 Nobel Peace Prize winner in prison.
i.e. Obama is hosting Chinese President Hu Jintao, who dined last night on lobster, creamed spinach, and - I'm not kidding - apple pie, while 2010 Nobel Peace Prize winner Liu Xiaobo rots in a China prison for peaceably promoting democracy.

Now for Joseph, this is where I smooth over my bad cyber-social behavior by bragging on his undiluted, rank-to-liberalism, more-charming-than-Gervais-at-the-Golden-Globes wit and that Jason Patric'esk bone structure. If that won't cut it, here, without chagrin, is a plug for his fictional yet so true book, "Life to the Right of Hollywood."

Read the synopsis. You'll be hooked.

If that doesn't cut it, geez. I don't know. I've got a personally autographed Dean Koontz book that he can have after my body assumes room temperature. Otherwise, I've got a framed copy of a Kinuko Y. Craft that is worth nothing and a plug-in hand radio that I move from one room to another while I listen to Rush and do laundry.

It's suddenly glaringly apparent I need more cool stuff.

Okay, so back to the point behind the comment. These guys.....

...have been toasting each other this week. I don't know who starts or who ends these warm, fuzzy moments punctuated with words like "cooperation" and "mutual respect". Whatever the sequence, there's lots of love being poured and wine being expressed. I dare say there is enough ridiculous hot air expelled at these shallow events to fill the sails of a cruise to China, with little time left for Kathy Lee Gifford to wish everyone could "see us now."

Meanwhile, Liu is in prison.

His crime is being a writer/signer/and promoter of a petition, entitled Charter '08, that took inspiration from the US Constitution to demand civil liberties for all of China. In other words, he wants freedom for his country. For this, he's in prison. By the hand of Hu. And Hu's having lobster with the President.

You can get into all the particulars of US-China relations. The meat of it comes down to the all-mighty green, which may not stay green for long. China holds nearly $1 Trillion of our debt. And Obama loves to rack it up.

In other words, Hu is Daddy. And Daddy pays the credit card bill.

In closing, I'll leave you with Liu's quote during his prison sentencing the day before Christmas. He's only fighting for freedom of an entire country. But we can talk about that later. For now, top off that glass and let's talk debt ceilings.

“I firmly believe that China’s political progress will never stop, and I’m full of optimistic expectations of freedom coming to China in the future, because no force can block the human desire for freedom,” he said. “China will eventually become a country of rule of law in which human rights are supreme. I’m also looking forward to such progress being reflected in the trial of this case, and look forward to the full court’s just verdict — one that can stand the test of history.”


This is no way takes away from Joseph and his elliptical yet pithy statuses, but the actual comment appears to have come from Rush. My mistake. Totally mine. I take full responsibility, as well as my Koontz book offer back.

This is why I need a better radio (or a 24/7 subscription), I only caught the first hour today.

Here's the quote in it's fullness. My hat, as a writer and conservative, is always off to the radio genius and his verbal Jiu-Jitsu.
The moral code, the moral compass of the State-Controlled Media is something to behold. Now, some of you may not know the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize Winner hosted a state dinner last night for Hu Jintao of China. Hu Jintao is holding the 2010 Nobel Peace Prize Winner in prison in China. Not making it up. The 2009 Nobel Peace Prize Winner hosted a dinner for the guy holding the 2010 Nobel Peace Prize Winner in prison, and the media does not get the irony of this at all. They're too busy running around chasing Sarah Palin and radio talk show hosts over "civility."

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

First reverse. Then floor it.

To stop the country from doing this:

Republicans are doing this:

Can't Buy Me Love. Probably.

When I was a little girl, I honestly believed every inanimate object came alive at night. In fact, I thought they were alive all day long, playing opossum until nightfall. In this vein, I had many staring contests with a certain purple teddy bear.

Oh, he was good. He was really good.

With this idea firmly planted, for reasons I cannot fathom, I tried to show my inanimate objects some mercy.

On Christmas, all my dolls and stuffed animals got to sleep in my bed, with the covers perfectly up to their necks so they could breathe, and all side by side so they could snuggle.

There usually wasn't room left for me.

On many mornings, my mother would walk into the dining room to find her chairs laying sideways on the floor. After sitting up all day, I knew they had to be exhausted.

I tried to avoid attachments to anything glass. Too much possible heartache there.

That must be why, when it's time to upgrade my life, I mourn just a little bit.

Partially for how the object must feel to be discarded. Partially because I'm attached to my money most of all.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Hollywood: Mockery from me, Not about me

The Golden Globes. Awards ceremony or Hollywood roast? One I'd need a hefty sum of tax-free money to watch. The other I'm posting.

Rick Gervais used Hollywood celebrities as punchlines the other night, instead of drooling over their laser-treated laugh lines. And they didn't like it. Here's a summary.

Warning: Some of the jokes, particularly about Hugh Hefner, are vulgar.

Now I'm no Gervais fan. He's rude and self-obsessed. Truthfully, you'd be hard-pressed to find any entertainer born post-1925 that I could really claim to admire. Jim Caviezel, because he has morals behind that handsome face. Clint Eastwood, because he has guts and grit. And a scant few others.
However, I have to hand it to Gervais. In his uncouthness, Gervais did something no one dares do. He let Hollywood try our shoes on for size. Us, the average movie goer. Me, the average Christian and conservative. I've sat in a darkened movie theater many times, paid to be there, expected to enjoy myself, and instead had my ideals, my lifestyle, my religious belief, mocked and demonized by those very same laser-treated wrinkle lines.

Going out for a night of entertainment and instead finding yourself stuck in a theater and being mocked isn't much fun, is it?

Now they know how it feels. And they're ticked. John Nolte at Big Hollywood has two excellent piece about the reaction post-Gervais jokes and his sudden tarred name.

The Daily Mail is positively gushing over Golden Globes host Ricky Gervais and his willingness to pretty much hit every star in the room directly in their soft spot. Meanwhile, back in America, the Hollywood Reporter has a host of quotes, including from some top Golden Globes execs, stating Gervais “definitely crossed a line”. That pretty much sums up how this unimportant but revealing scandal is playing out across the world: Reality v. Hollywood, and Hollywood stupidly allowing their heightened complaints and indignation to feed this fire is the dumbest of all dumb public relations moves.
In the bubbled, hypocritical mind of some in Hollywood, the only reason Gervais crossed a line is because he went after them. Had he been as relentless in ripping apart Sarah Palin, her young children, Jesus Christ, or George W. Bush, today the comedian would be celebrated as “edgy” and “courageous” — because only in Hollywood is throwing red meat to a hard-left crowd considered “edgy” and “courageous.” But Gervais didn’t do that. Instead, he trained his satirical fire on Hollywood Power and today there’s serious talk about whether or not the comedian will be brought back to the Golden Globes next year as host.

Impressive. Hollywood, who are gushed and lauded and slobbered over on a daily basis, can only play tough, not live it, dish it out, not take it.

Lastly, to Tom Hanks. I remember you, too. I remember when you were an innocuous, fun-loving comedienne who neither spoke about your typical liberal politics nor called America racist.

Now you do both.

Right in the Kisser

Driving yesterday afternoon to a family dinner and an awaiting birthday surprise, radio blasting, thoughts everywhere but on the road ahead, I was hit right where it counts with this song. Thought I'd share. Listen, enjoy, and don't swerve. That's what I did.

I sang all the parts. Of course.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Bon Jovi had a point

Thinking about anything other than his frizzy hair is hard to do when remembering 1980s Jon Bon Jovi. I can't help but wonder if the man had ever considered the use of a diffuser. Or perhaps testing out a few other hair products. A mouse, instead of a gel, perhaps. Or maybe just the use of shampoo.
Any of these things might keep me from being so distracted by his rakish locks that I can't concentrate on the actual song.

Then again, maybe that was his ingenious plan all along. He was actually trying to inspire his fans to seek a closer relationship with Jesus Christ. Subliminal like. Much like a magician's slight of hand. Look at the hair, don't think about what you're headbanging to.

Without realizing it, the words are shoved into your brain and rooted there. Much, again, like Bon Jovi's mane.

Then again, maybe he was just trying to sell a tune so he could score free women and the free addiction of his choice. At this point, it could really go both ways.

Whether he meant to or not, the Jov-master had a point. We really are living on a prayer. And if not, we should. In fact, if not, that could literally explain the majority of problems of our age. Not living on prayer.

Lately, I've been thinking about this whole prayer thing a lot. This could be an actual gold mine. Pray? Leave my problem/fear/worry/concern with God? Expect an answer? Expect Him to do what I can't? And all I have to do is accept His decision?

I don't know. There's got to be a catch. Is there a 30-day prayer-back guarantee?

Trusting in God has become so passe'. Instead, we flick a bic, link arm and arm, and sing, "We are the world," while feeling this overwhelming hippy'fied nuance that Jesus is love and love is Jesus and Jesus wants me to be happy and being a @$#% to anyone and everyone makes me happy. Sweet, sweet self-gratifying love.

Ah, that's the good stuff right there. Take a hit off that, baby.

Besides, we're too capable to ask anything from God, or even believe in His existence. We're powerful. Independent. We make our own destiny. We control our own lives. We are the ones we've been waiting for.

That's why we need government assistance to pay our mortgage, buy food, subsidize our business, and burp us when necessary.

Still. We don't need God. Only pathetic weaklings seek a higher power. All we need is Oprah and the federal government.

We're contradictions of incompetence: wanting what we don't need, needing what we can't get, and getting what we shouldn't have. But it's all good. We're more evolved than previous generations. We're educated and smart.

Then we create irrational fears about cow flatulence.
(That's an entirely different post. But for future reference, here's a scripture to think about when freaking out over cold winters and hot summers:

As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease. Genesis 8:22, NIV)

Standing on faith isn't easy. I haven't figured it out yet. It appears to be one of those things that happens less when you talk about it and more when you do it. And the doing is so much harder.

But it appears to be the key. Not a key. THE key. The key to a more peaceful existence. The key to contentment, less stress, more emotional stability and maybe even less physical pain or fruitless exertion.

Praying. Yeah, praying. I wonder if He'll thrown in a free set of Ginsu knives.

Video: Courageous 2.0

Anxious for this movie. I posted their video last year. This one they added a few more scenes from the movie. And, anyway, I just like to be reminded of the message. it is again. The Heart of Courageous, 2.0.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Blog? What blog?

It's been a long month. Although it appears I've disappeared, sadly, last time I checked the mirror, I'm still quite visible. Never buy body lotion off the back of a moving van, fyi. You'll be disappointed every time.

In December, I got snowed (it's actually snowing outside so I had to slip that in somewhere) with deadlines and upcoming family plans for my mom's big birthday. 35 years old! We're so proud. But sadly, don't tell her, she looks 37.

On her birthday, however, plans changed. That morning my grandmother hurt her hip. And I've been preoccupied with family stuff ever since.

Saturday, my grandmother passed away and her funeral is tomorrow. So, between that and keeping up with work, I've been meeting myself coming and going. And, frankly, from one me to the other, I've looked better.

This is the end of a very long journey in one aspect. And, honestly, as with the end of every journey, another begins immediately after. Hopefully, I'll be back blogging later this week. I've had a lot of thoughts to share. Here's one for you, I hate death. Truly hate it. Thankfully, I know a beautiful man who defeated it about 2,000 years ago. Because of him, my Grandma ended one journey this week, only to start a far better one immediately.

Thanks for hanging in there with me! I'll make more sense later.


Quote Me: The benevolence of cake in a tiny cup

Chocolate cupcakes cannot heal the world. But I'd like to let them try.

Tara Lynn Thompson,
eater of said cupcakes and equal opportunist for all gluten-free baked goods