To the women who have so beautifully articulated their disdain for Sarah Palin: you are AMAZING. I feel restored and re-inspired by you! Your writings are eloquent and bold; much like you, yourselves. Some might argue that Sarah Palin has those same characteristics, but there’s a difference. We stand eloquently and boldly in the way of that woman… a woman who rallies opposite our inherent feminist morals and values, against our rights and our safety as a nation! (If you didn’t catch her interview with Charlie Gibson yesterday, make sure to see it.)
Her response about national security scares me, and her attempts to deflect questions using misleading, off-point, verbose language are EXACTLY “politics as usual.” I see no change for the better, I see it for the worse. She looks scared sitting there in front of Charlie Gibson, and she should be. She has no idea what she’s talking about, and I hope that she realizes that “God’s plan” for America shouldn’t include her or John McCain. Listen to McCain’s voice mail to Sarah (wink)
On a separate note, I saw the new Woody Allen movie today (love Woody Allen) and I thought it was great. Like in Match Point, Vicky Christina Barcelona leaves you feeling unsettled and slightly horny… definitely stirred the traveler inside of me, which isn’t very good. I’m hoping the feeling goes away, actually. (Now is the time I need to settle and study!) It’s narrated in a post-modern storybook sort of way with all the twists and turns of any complex Woody Allen film. Anyway, for the guys I’m sure any movie in which Penelope Cruz and Scarlett Johansson kiss is one to see. And for the girls, you probably won’t leave with the deus ex machina feeling, but you might take comfort in the theme illustrating how no one knows what they want from love, just what they don’t want. You don’t have to know what you’re looking for!
Naming off adjectives that describe character traits won’t do it, it all in his demeanor and the context of your encounter. And the guys have gotta seduce us, and never stop seducing. That’s a real man. (Read: Take me to Spain.)