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This is what’s been floating around in my head for the past week. I need to clear it out to make room for more.
Stephen Colbert on November 5th:
You see, for years we have crammed fear down your throat but this time you refused to swallow it. We had big plans! Last night we were going to harvest your bloated livers and make a delicious fear fois gras to be served at the McCain victory party. And needless to say, when Obama won there were a lot of empty, disappointed crackers out there.
The fact that minority support for Obama may also have helped Proposition 8 pass in California is really unfortunate. I think Jon Stewart put it best:
And if you like your injustice tinged with a little irony, enjoy! [news clip explaining that 69% support for Proposition 8 among black voters helped it pass] Ah, it appears the oppressee has become the oppressor. What’d that take, about twenty-four hours? Free at last! Free at last! [picture of two men holding hands appears on screen] Whoa, whoa, where are you two going?
There’s a very defensive editorial on Huffington Post right now saying that blacks shouldn’t be blamed for Proposition 8’s passage. I’m not blaming the 69% of blacks who voted for Proposition 8 (at least not completely). I’m simply pointing out the insane irony. If Obama were Hispanic, the irony award would have gone to Latinos.
Support for Proposition 8 was almost as strong among Latino voters. The reasons why this is completely backward is voiced in this CNN commentary, much better than I could ever write it.
Last week I wore a hole in the thigh of my favorite jeans. This is probably the most embarrassing place to get a hole. Not that anyone could see it, but it’s humiliating. I threw the jeans out as soon as the hole appeared (I knew it was coming for a long time; the fabric in that spot was getting thinner and thinner). But the concept is embarrassing: that my thighs were rubbing together so much and causing so much friction that they actually made the fabric disappear.
After losing 25 pounds, I’ve been stuck at this weight for a year. The jeans were a sign. I wear jeans almost every day, and that was the only size 14 pair I liked. I have the same exact jeans in a size 12, so I’m not buying another pair. No favorite jeans until I fit into the size 12 pair. All I have are the ones I’m wearing now, stretchy old-lady jeans with a very unflattering leg. That should motivate me!
I’m all for recycling, but this is a bit ridiculous: used condoms being made into hairbands. Gross in an understatement. Read all about it on Snopes.
No matter how early I get up, no matter how organized I am, no matter when I have the kids get their shoes and hats and coats and gloves on, there is simply nothing I can do if my daughter decides that she has to poop ten minutes before school starts.
The good people at Nintendo heard me whining about not having a Nintendo DS, and they sent me one! It’s a pretty pink one and while it came with two games (Mystery Case Files: MillionHeir, and Kirby Super Star Ultra), I’m really excited to try out some of the more adult games for the DS, like Flash Focus and Brain Age, and I’m especially interested in My Weight Loss Coach, which comes with a pedometer and helps you track your activities and progress. I think I know what I want for Christmas! And of course my daughter is dying to try My Baby Girl.
Originally posted on Selfish Mom