My personal favorite moment of the entire show came earlier, though, when Stewart mocked the tee-heeing giggly us-girls ineptitude of the CNN co-anchors at the end of a serious, depressing story in which a spokesflackster had just lied on-air: he flailed, he giggled, he exploded into righteous expletive-laced fury. I would've had his baby right then and there.
OMG, I KNOW!! In Oprah magazine this month, there is a list of "five women we'd like to trade places with for the day" or something, and Tracey Stewart is on the list. For a minute I was annoyed that they couldn't come up with five women with their own merits, but then I remembered HOW FUCKING TRUE it is.
JZ, you're a stompy suck up.
My favorite was jailball. I was good at jailball.
My favorite was jailball. I was good at jailball.
Shouldn't you be a criminal prosecuter, then?
Tetherball, foursquare and kickball were ok.
Poking my head in for a sec...
Today on the bus I saw an ad that said that if a woman waits too long to have a baby, she might not be able to. Something about how your 20's or early 30's is the best time to have a baby, as the odds of getting pregnant drop off after that.
I forget the name of the organization that did the ad, but I've seen something like it before. Is this some conservative religious thing?
but by the mid to late 70s dodgeball was a way for popular kids to fuck with unpopular ones with the teacher's permission.
I'm not sure a kid's popularity or unpopularity necessarily correlates with ability to play dodge ball, or any sports activity.
I'd think a 13 year-old would be too physically immature to safely carry a baby to full term.
I think she can do it fairly safely, but the toll on her own body is considerable. Making a whole new human is taxing enough for a full-grown adult female body; it makes unbelievable demands on a body that still needs another 5-7 years of growth and maturation itself.
I kicked ass at foursquare.
For some reason, my little social group's favorite recess game was a thing we invented where one of us would close our eyes, and then have a Koosh ball thrown at them, and then have to find it with their eyes closed. It was hysterically funny to those of us with our eyes open, and slightly dangerous for whoever had their eyes closed.
