Ear Candy- All Nostalgia All the Time

Since I named this running series over at Random Babble, I have no problem shamelessly liberating it. Besides it’s Friday. And in one week and one day- I’m leaving on a jet plane!

Since I am getting old, I’m doing songs that got me through high school. Rawk on peeps! Rawk on!

Since Erasure was so popular at Christmas, here’s Oh L’amor

My favorite Cure song ever (OMG Robert Smith was so young and Hot Hot Hot!)

Concrete Blond- Someday. Johnette Napolitano was my first ever girl crush and I can almost sing this song in key. That is a major accomplishment.

And because it came up last night- Alphaville Forever Young. This was the theme song from prom my freshman year. The prom theme was young and innocent, which was funny cause we had the highest teen pregnancy rate in the country at the time. That I waited until I was almost 10 to have a baby is the equivalent of having waited until I was 40 in any other community.edited to add DEAR GAWD WOMAN- read your stuff before you post! That was supposed to say waited until I was 20- NOT 10. How fucked up would that be? (The song is actually about nuclear holocaust, but why would we let actual meaning get in our way)

Depeche Mode- Master and Servant. I was insanely jealous because one of my good friend’s older sister got to hang out in a hot tub with these guys.


Cake!

This is the Monkey’s Lemon Lime birthday cake. I had no idea how I was going to decorate it until I snipped the end off a ziplock and decided to do spirals all over.

The thin greenish lines that seem to criss cross it say “Happy Birthday” (the pic is upside down-, there now you can see it. It’s like op art. ). I didn’t trust my ziplock cake decorating skills for lettering, so I bought a tube of green gel icing. It didn’t work out so well. So this is the world’s ugliest cake, but it sure was tasty.

Pot, Kettle, Kettle, Pot

Jeremiah Wright, Obama’s pastor thinks that Hillary “ain’t had to work twice as hard just to get accepted”.

Seriously, she’s the better politician, lawyer and wonk, yet her husband was Governor and President long before she even got to start her own political career. And even before she was a politician she spent 8 years being the target of more Republican mud slinging than any first lady in history and still managed to walk out of there without a trace of dirt on her. Pastor Wright, she has worked not just twice as hard but she dealt with being slandered as a murder. Please pull your head out of your ass now, thank you.

But where is the outrage about how Obama is being tolerant of sexism because he has not come out with a strong and harshly worded condemnation of his pastors comments? Where are the news outlets that buzz whenever the word black comes out of the mouth of anyone who has ever met Hillary? I am pretty sure that Hillary could say “I’m not a fan of black coffee” and have it turned into a big ordeal about how “black coffee” is code for black people.

If Ferraro’s comments were so atrocious that Hillary had to condem them and Ferraro had to leave the campaign, shouldn’t Barak’s pastor have to do the same thing? I mean, he basically is saying that Hillary has it easier cause she’s a woman?

I am so incredibly tired of sexism being okay with the general public that I am thinking we should declare women to be our own separate, mixed race so that next time someone says something like “women are bad drivers” we can call the racist and have them shamed in the national media.

OMG! Get the valium!

I am officially the mother of a teenager. How the fuckity fuck did that happen? Who said he was allowed to get older?

But most importantly- does this make me old? (Cause children’s birthdays are all about the parents, natch) I’m about to have my 30th birthday (for the 4th time) I only kinda feel old. And I kinda feel not old.

Remember what I said about prostitution

From Pandagon:

In contrast, Sweden experimented in 1999 with a radically different approach that many now regard as much more successful: it decriminalized the sale of sex but made it a crime to buy sex. In effect, the policy was to arrest customers, but not the prostitutes.

Some Swedish prostitutes have complained that the policy reduced demand and thus lowered prices, while forcing sex work underground. But the evidence is strong that the new approach reduced trafficking in Sweden, and opinion polls show that Swedes regard the experiment as a considerable success. And the bottom line is that if you want to rape a 13-year-old girl imported from Eastern Europe, you’ll have a much easier time in Amsterdam than in Stockholm.

Emphasis mine.

I love it when I’m right. I mean I’m right fairly often, but when there is evidence to back me up, I’m very happy. You should know that a lot of the time- I’m just pulling shit out of my ass when I rant here. It’s not uninformed shit, but it is just off the top of my head most days.

Just Becuse They Can

I heard a saying once that the good lord made the countryside,people made the city, and the devil made the small town.

After two years in a place we moved to in the hopes of finding some peace & quiet, now I know what they mean.

One of our neighbors is the mayor’s (grand)kid.

She hates us, and our animals.

The cops just came pounding on our door.

***UPDATE***
so, here’s what happened:

My mom & dad live across the street from us, next to the cat-hating mayor’s grandbaby. No, we don’t know if it was them who made the call, It could’ve been the people on the corner who let their dogs run loose & trap cats to bring to animal control. It coulda been the city councilman aroud the corner. It coulda been the cop married to the neigborhood gossip who have weekly parties you can hear down the block & let their friends park in our parking lot and we’ve never complained because we’re nice neighbors & hey it’s a parking lot, but until 2 weeks ago never had the courtesy to ask us over. (I may adopt a new policy: If I can hear it, i consider myself invited & free to drink their booze)

The dogs (supposedly) were barking at our house late last night (we have a noise ordinance in effect after 9PM)

Last night around midnight, i’m sitting in Mom & Dad’s living room, reading the intertubes and composing my next post about why Keith Olbermann is the worst person in the world*

BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!!!!

I call out an alarmed “whoisit”

My dad gets the door, it’s a police officer, answering a “complaint” about the dogs barking. condescending little snot. the house belongs to my sister, so i go get her, she wheels out the door, to the sidewalk. cop stands on the porch over her, screaming at her about the dogs, and how they’ve come out “several times” (bullshit*)

He ignores our assertion that we’re being unfairly targeted, that our house has been vandalized & someone cut a hole in our screen & let the cats out.

When we ask for his name & badge # argues that “we don’t have badge numbers” When we press him for his name he gives his last name, reluctantly.

When we point out that we have no way of knowing if he’s a real police officer her opens us his jacket to show off his badge & taser (FL cops are notoriously taser-happy) I assume he had a gun as well, it’s a safe assumption.

He made it clear that they had been hanging around our house (where we were not) upwards of 20 minutes “listening” to the dogs bark “unprovoked”


He claimed it took an hour and a half to find us at our parent’s house across the street where everybody

the only other time they came about the dogs was well over a year ago, and they were jerks then too

Dear Fuckwad:

Your attentions are unwanted.

Yes, I saw you when you pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store and did the creepy look up thing at me. I ignored you. I’m not interested. I am simply waiting for a cab with a cart full of groceries and my child at the end of a long ass day. I am not here for your visual pleasure.

So the cab took a really really long time, as they do in this neighborhood. But finally I see it pulling into the parking lot just as you, Dear Fuckwad, decide that harassing a woman with a child from your car is a good idea. So you flip a uey and CUT MY CAB OFF so you can pull up and “hey baby”-ing me. When I flip you off, you can’t understand why.

So I tell you. I’m not interested. I’m with my kid. AND YOUR BLOCKING MY CAB YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE.

To which you reply with a “You stuck up white bitch”. You don’t move until the cab driver gets out of his cab to come tell you to fuck off.

Dear Fuckwad, next time I see your stupid black car at the grocery store I’m gonna key it and puncture your tires. That’s how we stuck up white bitchez roll.

Sincerely,
ElizaBITCH

Is it racist

to talk about how race affects things? Actually I think it’s fine to talk about how race impacts people in a negative way, but what if you’re talking about how someone of an oppressed race might be benefiting from it?

What I’m getting at is that I think Ferraro had a point. I think that if Obama were just another white guy, this would be an entirely different campaign. I think that because Obama is black it gives a lot of people (particularly white men) a way of not looking like a privileged asswipe while still maintaining privilege over women. See, they can say they are all progressive and stuff- They’re supporting the Black Guy!

But here’s the thing. For months people (okay, privileged white guys) have been bitching about how Hillary has an edge with women. But we don’t call that sexist when they point it out. Hillary, a woman and therefor also from a traditionally oppressed class gets harangued pretty often for her middle aged lady support (If it weren’t for old ladies- Hillary wouldn’t be in the race kind of stuff).

So why is it racist to point out that being Black is helping Obama, but not sexist to point out that having a vagina is helping Clinton?