I think that my NUMBER ONE PET PEEVE about awards shows is seeing people posing for photos, walking down the red carpet, being interviewed, chomping on gum like a cow chewing it's cud.
Smokers. Also, all the interviews and talking and nervousness equals drymouth.
Hec, did you get my email very much earlier today?
No, ma'am. Nothing.
It's, like, eons until Friday, isn't it?
It's well beyond the horizon.
My family must not know they're white.
I wouldn't make any assumptions that the set of people that beat kids has no white people in it (from eye witnessing), but rather that the set of people that decries beating kids has few black people in it.
One of my krav instructors chewed gum through the entire class on Saturday. It was weird, because it made her seem so much more badassed. All "Walk and chew gum? What about KICK YOUR ASS and chew gum?"
I wouldn't make any assumptions that the set of people that beat kids has no white people in it (from eye witnessing),
Neither would I.
but rather that the set of people that decries beating kids has few black people in it.
Even then. I know plenty of white people who are exactly sure that's what is wrong with these kids today--nobody's spanking them.
Hec, how about now?
Fuck, this is bad. Not quite the end of the day Monday and I'm already just a hair away from homicidal workplace road rage. I'd like a do-over on the last dozen years of career choices, please.
Heh. My family must not know they're white.
Neither does mine. But I think being part-Irish at least used to be an excuse.
I know plenty of white people who are exactly sure that's what is wrong with these kids today--nobody's spanking them.
I'm quite specifically not saying anything about them. Merely, and without implication in other arenas, that you're unlikely to hear black women complaining about corporally punishing kids. The two sets are unrelated.
Manolo says, I am the Prince. You must bow in the presence of my funkaliciousness.
All "Walk and chew gum? What about KICK YOUR ASS and chew gum?"
Of course, the real time to worry is when she runs out.
Of course, the real time to worry is when she runs out.
"That was my Nicorette, bitch. Now I'm
really
going to have to hurt you."
The
Motorcycle Diaries
songwriter genuflecting before Prince was just about my very favorite moment of the entire evening. I made Hec rewind the TiVo five or six times for that one.