Okay, so I have been on an extended vacay during quite possibly the worst possible time, blog-wise. Ooooh, the yummy things that have happened and that I’ve yet to comment on (rubbing hands together in glee); each of them blog worthy in their own right but here only briefly visited . . .
Now you just know that I was gritting my teeth and swatting my own itching fingers away from the keyboard during the whole Imus in the morning “nappy headed ho'” controversy. What in the world was he thinking? Now, he’s always been a racist pig, so I don’t know where all the shock and surprise came from, but I do know that comment was beyond the pale (um, you know what I mean). But the man apologized. Grovelled, even. In fact, it was even more painful to watch than Michael Richards’ similar grovel fest not so long ago. How ridiculous to fire him! Even the young women he directly insulted forgave him and did not call for his firing, so why did it happen? And why did the gaze turn almost immediately to hip hop lyrics? It was really quite a thrilling and cunning cultural moment. Sigh . . . along with a moony smirky look of distant contemplation at the blog that might have been.
And then Alec Baldwin went all daddy dearest on his kid’s voicemail . . . what can you say about that? Bad Alec bad. But last time I checked (and I wasn’t allowed close enough for a full inspection), he was a human being. These creatures, I’ve heard, are known to screw things up from time to time, to say things they don’t mean, to yell and scream and be quite mean. Was it a horrible rotten group of things to say to a child (of whatever age, he didn’t seem to know how old his kid is)? Yes. Oh, yes, it really was. And was it “wrong” to do so? Yes. I think it really was. And you know I’m about to “but,” right? Give me a break . . . why crucify this guy for it? Come on . . . there is no parent among us who hasn’t yelled inappropriately at our kids (even though mine are only furkids, I’ve left them quite nasty voicemails, let me tell you). I guess I feel the same way about this Alec Baldwin thing as I did about Britney Spears almost dropping her baby on its head . . . you know what? That happens. In real life. To get on our high horses and pretend to be scandalized and horrified strikes me as a teensy bit . . . well, you know, hypocritical. Or do we just hold these people to a higher standard?
Rosie O’Donnel is leaving The View. Shrug.
American Idol did a good thing for the starving people of this country and Africa; they raised a lot of money (I think it was about $60 million, can’t be bothered to google it just now). Now I didn’t actually watch the show (having already given up on this season with all the Sanjaya nonsense), but I did see clips of Simon Cowell looking quite dashing in his nice white button down (despite the fur vest he had on underneath) and of a bunch of people (one of whom I could have sworn was Buffy actress Sarah Michelle Gellar) doing a fun disco dance. I do almost wish I had watched it now. You can still donate online, though, if you are so moved and have not already done so: American Idol Gives Back, donation form.
The democratic candidates for president engaged in their first debate last week, and again, I’ve so much to say, but will instead just mention a few points (well, here, anyway). One, Barack Obama looked nervous and out of his league, and this surprised me a great deal. I thought he’d look smooth and articulate and fabulous (as usual), but he didn’t. He was shaking and stammering a bit, and it was sort of nice to see him have human flaws. Two, John Edwards did not seem to be out of his league, and this surprised me no end. He was as smooth and lawyerly slick as ever. I kind of liked him. Then again, I’ve always liked him; I just don’t think he’d be a good president, and I (sorry, Sean) still don’t think he’ll make it in ’08. Three, Hillary Clinton got (unsurprisingly) slammed by almost everyone there, but she was so calm and good about it that I felt a whole new respect for her. Not only that, but she was one of the few people up there (Bill Richardson and Joe Biden being the others) who answered the actual questions that were asked, so that was a plus in her column, too. btw, on that point, Richardson admitted making decisions about people based on their race. Um. See? So much to say. The republicans are debating this week, so I’ll be back with something to say about that, I’ve no doubt.
And around blogland:
. . . I find most people (who are not you, of course) pointless and irritating, and there is no better way to alienate me than by being pointless and irritating. I reference here the truly magnificent Tally’s blog on pointless and irritating messages, but it really applies to all 360 drama related goings on from faking one’s own death to . . . well, all that is pointless and irritating out here in blogland. As Tally says, “grrrrr.”
. . . yay! vid Friday rocks; if you don’t catch it at the ever amusing and mahvelous Kerry’s place, you really should.
. . . the very wonderful Ang inaugurated the first Shoe Sunday five (wow! that many?) weeks ago, and it’s catching on (saw a trifecta of shoes at the sweet and phenom Snuggles’), so I thought I’d throw my fave “mojo pumps” into the mix. Pictured above, these shoes are magical in their ability to make me feel sexy and confident and fabulous. I don’t even remember how much they cost, but I do know they weren’t at all expensive and that I’ve received more compliments wearing these than any other shoe in my (probably too extensive) shoe collection.
Gaaaahhh, I could go on and on here (as you all know all too well), but I won’t. Suffice to say that it’s fab to be writing a blog and to be thinking of each of you who sent me notes or/and left comments. You make me smile.
And . . .
April 30, 2007: