What does it mean to be a “typical White person”? Is it the same as a “nappy headed ho”?
One comment from a black man, Barack Obama. The other comment from a white man, Don Imus. Both utterances are offensive to me in terms of stereotyping people and I am neither white nor black. One man is heralded for giving a speech that nearly equals that of the “I have a Dream” speech. The other man is fired from his job and criticized unendingly. Do we live in a world of double standards?
I wanted to believe that Don Imus was truly remorseful for the pain caused by his words just as I wanted to believe that Barack Obama’s speech was intended to unify us as a nation, not just an attempt to justify his friend’s beliefs. But why do we overlook a Black presidential candidate’s religious choices (he has, after all, chosen to attend these sermons for over 20 years) but we condemn a White presidential candidate, Mitt Romney, for being Mormon? As far as I recall, no Mormon leader has cried upon God to “damn” the United States of America.
We are flawed because we are human. I wish we could be more forgiving of our flaws. I wish there were no need for double standards in this world. I wish there were no intolerances, no injustices. I wish this for the sake of my own children, who are neither white nor black, but who are Americans, nonetheless.
Hair.
I was going to wait until I lost 10 lbs of baby weight but I decided to preempt the fat and lose the hair first. I chopped off 3 inches and feel lighter already. Undone, unkempt, long hair is like clutter. It clings to you, making you feel heavier and look fatter. That’s my theory, anyway. But the clutter theory belongs to organization guru Peter Walsh. Check out his book Does This Clutter Make My Butt Look Fat? on Oprah. His “two bags a day” works wonders. I tried it before Christmas and losing all that clutter made my house energy feel so much better. You’ll never know, unless you try it…
I was in Target at 9:07 p.m., scouring for last minute gifts for my kids’ Easter baskets. Props to Target for clean aisles, GREAT customer service and cool stuff. I found bubble-blowing guns, plastic gardening tools and sample-size moon sand. Note the “outdoor” theme…
I hadn’t really planned on a big basket. Is there an equivalent to Ebenezer Scrooge for Easter? But tonight my five year-old added in his prayer, “And bless the Easter Bunny that he will come” and then I realized how important it was to him. Unfortunately, at this late hour, most of the Easter candy was picked through. (They were completely out of Whoppers Robin Eggs. Yikes!) I suppose that’s what I get for being a procrastinator. Lateness has served as a constant companion in my life. I don’t enjoy it, but have come to expect it. Did I mention I was even born a few days late? Maybe I can attribute my behaviors to that.
Score: Target 2; Wal-Mart 0.
Who knew Ronnie Miller would age so well?
For my five year-old’s birthday party, he and friends dressed up as princes and princesses and went to see Disney’s Enchanted in theaters last December. We bought the DVD yesterday and my kids and I have already watched it and re-watched it at least ten times. I absolutely love the homage to all the Disney Princess films, especially the actors’ cameos. (Jodi Benson / Ariel’s voice plays Sam; Paige O’Hara/Belle is Angela; Judy Kuhn/Pocahontas plays a mom, etc.)
And yes, I have to admit I still enjoy watching Can’t Buy Me Love… (That’s OK. Matt still enjoys watching The Karate Kid. Which one is more cringe-worthy?)
PHAT.
As much as I like the look of Baby Phat, I’ve decided to make me a workout t-shirt with the words “baby FAT” on them. (I know, I will look like a megadork. But who cares; we already know that about me.) It’s been six months since I gave birth to child #3 and the poundage no longer melts away. It’s hugging my hips like a tight pair of Baby Phat jeans. It’s hot. (Trust me, it’s not.) My goal this year is to work my PHAT bod back to where I was after baby #1, which means miraculously dropping 20 pounds. The horrors we women go through. Wish me luck!
Did you hear? Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows will be split into two films. Hurrah and huzzah! In the words of Lewis Carroll, “O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy.”
While I’ve been posting, I’ve been listening to MI-5 on the BBC America TV channel. I love Matthew Macfadyen. In case you don’t remember him, he played Mr. Darcy in the Joe Wright adaptation of P&P with Keira Knightley. Even though Macfadyen’s Darcy was different from the smoldering haughtiness (or should I say “hottiness”) of Colin Firth, I thoroughly enjoyed him. His voice has such a great texture and richness to it. Music to a blogger’s ears.
Update: I played back and watched what I was listening to and imagine my delight to see Rupert Penry-Jones on MI-5 with Tom Macfadyen! Captain Wentworth AND Mr. Darcy. It’s too much for this girl.
