Archive for August 9th, 2008

Yes, yes, if it is Saturday and you are reading this, it is cause I posted early as insomnia kept me awake when it was too dark do do aught but type. All of Saturday I will be motorcycling away to a company picnic and Sunday I will be busy digging holes of massive proportions to plant birch trees that have miraculously sprouted in my pick-up bed. Not really, that last part….but they ARE in the truck.
But…to the task at hand. Snarking. First off, I am not a terribly nit-picky person, but summer always makes me get a snarky case of teeth gnashing for the same reason. So I am going to shout here: ALL YOU SWEET YOUNG THINGS, INVEST IN A FRAKKING STRAPLESS BRA! I mean, come ON, you have these cute little spaghetti-strapped shirts and all, and big fat nasty (and sometimes really tatty looking) bra straps riding alongside the shirt’s barely there shoulder-strings? WTF? You are the damned “Victoria’s Secret” generation…..get your asses there and buy a bra without straps or, I don’t know, take a tip from MY generation—go BRA-LESS!

Second snark, or perhaps a can of worms. Yes, Edwards admits he had an affair. And everyone is proclaiming their disappointment “in him”. BFD, ok? Because first off, I think it is none of our business. Fucking grown up consenting women is not against the law unless of course, you live in a theocracy. Unlike too many so-called family value conservatives, he is not shtupping 14 year olds, college athletes of the same sex, or scoping out men’s rooms. Yes, his wife has cancer. Yes, he is a man. And I gotta tell you, a man in those circumstances in not at the top of his game and might “seek a little comfort there” in all the wrong places. Tacky? Possibly, but you know…what the hell happened to all that happy ‘judge not’ horseshit I get told about every time I point at someone REALLY tacky? And all that “walk a mile in his moccasins” stuff…did you all forget that, too?

But you know what really pegs me? Everyone is so disappointed in HIM. What about HER? He didn’t do this thing alone, now did he? She shares no culpability? Oh, wait….I know this one!!! It is anti-feminist of me to suggest the woman might have some responsibility here, isn’t it? Well, you know, you can take that “Its all the guys’ fault” shit and put it where the sun doesn’t shine, because last time I checked it still takes two to tango—vertically OR horizontally. I can just see the blitz of hand-wringing and condemnations coming down the pike. And I am not waiting for it. It is his PERSONAL life, none of OUR business. So get the fuck over it.

P.S. Yep, I missed the Friday book review. That is cause the books, all old used ones, SUCKED.  You don’t want to know, trust me.