Day 301: Charlie Sheen Needs a Reality Check

So, sometimes I look to the news for inspiration.  One cannot turn on a television, open a newspaper, or go on-line without seeing dramatic pictures of the east coast and the destruction that Sandy has caused.  I scroll through MSN’s home page and find story after story about the devastation of the region.  Five days later, people are still without power, and with the threat of a Nor’easter looming, it looks like the clean up and the ability to return to “normal” will take longer than hoped.  Some people’s lives have been changed forever.  Many coastlines have been altered, and certain parts of New Jersey and New York will never be the same.

For the majority of us, our hearts bleed for those who are suffering.  We donate time or money to help people get back on their feet.  We pray for their recovery.  However, not everyone is paying attention.  Some, we might say, have even lost perspective on what’s important in life.  Take Charlie Sheen for instance. He is so narcissistic and so egocentric that instead of offering help to his fellow-man, he is shoving it up his nose.  It is reported that he has been doing cocaine, throwing lavish parties, and hiring some very expensive female escorts to keep him company.  Rumor has it that he even paid for vaginal reconstruction surgery for one of these ladies!  Seriously?  Perspective!  Such vanity and pomposity!

It seems that all that money has gone to his head.  Instead of taking on the role of a humanitarian, he wastes his money on self-indulgence.  It is shameful and sad to me that he cannot see that he could do something of importance, something to make his children proud.  Don’t celebrities think about their children’s reactions?  I know I do.  I try to conduct myself in such a way as not to cause my children embarrassment or shame.  All the money in the world cannot take away the humiliation and mortification caused by his conduct and his reputation.

It is time to wake up and smell the coffee, Mr. Sheen.  Get over yourself and contribute something of worth to the human race!




Day 285: Binders Full of Women

Did anyone watch the debate last night?  Well, I did.   I’ll admit, I didn’t watch much of the first one.  I get tired of the misrepresentation of what either candidate thinks he can do.  I mean, come on, it’s not one man who runs our government– Thomas Jefferson and the boys made sure that three branches of government would make sure that no president could just put his plan into action.   Anyway, I wanted to watch last night because I like the idea of a town hall meeting that gives real Americans the opportunity to ask questions that represent real concerns of We The People.

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My favorite part of the debate was something that made me laugh.  I laughed so hard that I made my husband rewind the television seven times so I could write the words exactly. (Yes, Tom was annoyed, but he knows I have my own agenda: fodder for my blog!)

A young lady named Catherine Fenton asked the following question: In what new ways do you intend to rectify the inequalities in the workplace, specifically regarding females making only 72 percent of what their male counterparts make?

Barrack Obama went first.  Next, Candy Crowly told Mitt Romney it was his turn to respond.

This is what he said:  “Thank you, an important topic, and one which I learned a great deal about, particularly as I was serving as governor of my state, because I had the chance to pull together a cabinet, and all the applicants seemed to be men.  And I went to my staff and I said, how come all the people for these jobs are all men? They said, well, these are the people that have the qualifications. And I said, well, ….”

He paused.  Why did he pause?  To focus his thoughts?  To catch his breath? To remember to get milk for the morning?

All I know is that his pause made me anticipate him giving this response:“Yes, that sounds about right.  Women cannot be qualified for real government jobs.”  And then I pictured him pointing into the camera and winking.

Of course he didn’t say it, nor did he gesticulate the way I imagined.  However, could the pause be because he was thinking it?

Anyway, the continuation of his response was just as good!

“Gosh, can’t we find some women that are also qualified? And so we took a concerted effort to go out and find women who had backgrounds that could be qualified to become members of our cabinet. I went to a number of women’s groups and said, can you help us find folks? And they brought us whole binders full of women.”

Mr. Romney!  Whole binders full of women?  I thought you were a religious man!  Binders full of women?  Maybe that’s how the Mormons find new wives.

Day 276: Searching for Validation

Oh Boy!  Oh Boy!  Oh Boy!  I really liked my blog today!  I hope hundreds of people read it! I am so proud of my quick wit and my use of satire– Big Bird in need of a resume!  Venture capitalists and drilling for oil!  Ha!  I am not anti-Republican, but come on, how much money did Romney make while employed by Bain?  How many American jobs were lost?  How many jobs were sent to China?  Furthermore, what did he say about drilling  for oil and natural gas on public lands?  Surely, he would want to drill in the parks of Sesame Street.

Fracking, fracking, we need to start fracking.

Uh-oh.  Was it too cliché to make Big Bird search for a job as a preschool teacher?  Am I insulting my reader by making his job quest so obvious?  Darn it!  Maybe I should have thought outside of the box, maybe that would get my post more hits, more likes, and a comment or two.  Thinking of that, I’m jealous of the bloggers who get like after like after like, and comment after comment after comment.  I have been writing my heart out since January 7, and the most likes I have for one post is 22.

Is it because I write too much?  I read other people’s long stories, and I always make sure to like or comment.  I want writers to know I was visiting, I heard what they had to say, and I want to thank them for letting me into their world for a few minutes.

Maybe, maybe I do not get likes and comments because what I write is rubbish.  Let’s face it, I am all over the board.  I am not a foodie.  I am not a news reporter.  I am not a traveller.  I am not a photographer.  I am not a poet.  I am a writer without an audience because in the last 276 days, I have been all of these personas at least once, but I am not one type of writer.  I have even tried to write a few controversial posts, thinking that someone would disagree with my opinion and want to argue with me.  Nope.  I am stuck with being mediocre– few likes here, a couple of comments there.

Let’s cut to the chase, what I want is validation.  I’ll admit it.  I write to be acknowledged.  My self-esteem ebbs and flows with the hits and likes and comments I receive from this blog.   What will I feel in 90 days when my experiment is over?

I might need to switch to Xanax.

Getting back to Big Bird, I should have thought about him as a 49-year-old bird in need of health insurance and a 401K.  He has too many years before he is able to collect Social Security, and we all know that we as a nation have been threatened for the last twenty years that Social Security might not even exist when we are all ready to retire.  He needs a corporate job– he needs a high paying job with benefits and a guaranteed 401K.

I should have had him looking for a job in the corporate world as a motivational speaker.  Just think of it!  That bird can make a snail feel good about being slow!   Surely,  in a room full of forty-somethings who are questioning their life’s’ worth, Big Bird could make them feel existentially secure in a way that Tony Robbins and Zig Ziglar could never do.  These middle-aged listeners would be wooed into a false sense of  bravado.  Big Bird could remind them the same lessons that never fail, the same lessons he taught them in 1972:  keep trying and never give up; be proud of who you are; believe in yourself.  Big Bird could sell out theaters all over the country, and the corporation who hired him would make bank off of every appearance.

Yep, if I would have written Big Bird’s cover letter differently, maybe then, just maybe, I would have gotten the validation that I yearn to receive.


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