Speaking of things that get through a lot of people...I just noticed a Verizon ad with an Asian guy with a shopping bag with a blonde blue-eyed doll peeking out of it. Why is the doll peeking out of the bag? I mean, of all the things that could have been in his bag, why is it a doll of the stereotypical American beauty ideal that he's not part of, and his kids probably aren't either? It's...peculiar.

It's a bit more charged for me because I recognise the guy from a short film about fetishising sex partners (he was saying he'd never been with a black woman, and the black woman he gets with has the worst Asian stereotype fetish, involving demeaning costumes and everything). So I already think about him in conjunction with race issues.

It just seems...unnecessary.

But, hey! Race blind casting!

Though it would have rocked if it had been a little brown doll. Just saying. A blonde doll says nothing in the manner that says everything. Everything.

t /hypersensitivity, I know

That is what all my single female friends on the block say. And I oblige. I'm a newbie, most of them have their guys and gals, but not all. Walt has no idea what Ednor Gardens can provide him in work...

apparently there is a movement afoot to "knit your Congressman a vagina."

I don't knit, but I find this highly amusing.

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The picture though is not a vagina, but a knit uterus.

Finally, the Bella's Womb Lady has found a practical application for her gifts!

Yep, there is a group on Ravelry for Vagina knitters to gather.

In re misspelled signs - years ago I worked for a PR firm; it was long enough ago that there were no PowerPoint presentations, we had professionally prepared placards. Big ones - about two feet by three feet. We did the copy, sent them out. We were representing some group advocating butter rather than margarine, so the word "margarine" got used a LOT. When we got the placards - at the last minute, it being typical PR production - we discovered that the company had oh so helpfully gone through and corrected our spelling to "margerine". So, at the very last minute, we had to go through with white-out and a marker correcting their corrections.

Happy Vernal Equinox for those folks above the equator!

I want a handyman husband. I would also like the orb. second day of grey rainy yuck. At least the wind stopped overnight and the wether people say the rain will end this afternoon. WOULD LIKE ORB, OR BEDTIME.

I would also like to be taller and more toned and also a house cleaner, you know, while I'm being all whiny whiny wah wah wah.

It is beautiful here! But I'm pretty sure I won't get a good night's sleep until the generator around the corner is gone.

Speaking of house cleaners, I actually do want to get one. My mother won't stop nagging, and I figure I should actually do it and not lie, because my house could use a professional deep clean.

So...how does that work in the first world? I mean, I guess I can find a service from Angie's list or if anyone local has good referrals, but what are the logistics of it? Are you usually here when they clean? How does it all work?

And...shit...I think I'm working from home again today.

Please force me into the office tomorrow. I'm just...I'm so dead today. Unpresentable.