Tuesday, February 16, 2010
The Bloggess Said!
...That I could steal this :) And I did, because I approve of the sentiment whole-heartedly!
I Sure Do Hate to Beat a Dead Horse
...But ya DO haveta make sure its DEAD! ba-dum-bum (and no, TerminallyUniq does NOT condone any type of actual animal abuse ... if I need to print that, then you're an idiot). I'm pretty sure this is the last time I'll discuss John Mayer's filthy mouth until the next time he says something.
UPDATE (02.17.10 21:05): OOH!! I lied!!!! What can I do? HE's the one that can't shut up! Look at me; I don't even have to write my own stuff now; I just link to articles like this which bring all those sassy racist and sexist and plain old moronic statements together into a nifty post -- with photos!!
UPDATE (02.17.10 21:05): OOH!! I lied!!!! What can I do? HE's the one that can't shut up! Look at me; I don't even have to write my own stuff now; I just link to articles like this which bring all those sassy racist and sexist and plain old moronic statements together into a nifty post -- with photos!!
Loose Ends
Well, I seem to be wide awake tonight (perhaps because I spent the majority of the weekend sleeping??). So I figure this is the perfect time to tie up some loose ends from past posts. You know, I began writing about my religious faith (which will be an ongoing journey and examination, not wrapped up in one post), I shared the hope I had after meeting my new doctor and getting new medication, I began to rant at John Mayer (hope he didn't think I was finished with him!), and I posted a link for you all to read about the earthquake we had here (never saw that one coming).
Easiest -- The 'quake was about a 3.8 they decided, after first posting it as 4.3 (not sure how such issues get ironed out). I hear of exactly NO ONE who was injured or even incurred more than minor damage (apologies if you have such a story and I am unaware... no insensitivity intended). I guess we had an earthquake in Illinois a couple years ago, but it was too far away for us Chicagoans to feel. And my mom tells me there was a moderate one back when I was a baby. But I have never in my life personally experienced this phenomenon. Here in the midwest we fear "twisters" and rightly so! We, as a region, have suffered great devastation from tornados sweeping through here. But an earthquake!!
First off, thanks be to God that it was not another one like in Haiti. That one was -- needless to say it -- one too many for the poor people there. For any people to deal with, but so sad for the Haitians who have such limited (in many cases, NO) resources. We were lucky here; this 'quake was just enough to be interesting, something to gossip with each other about ("Did you feel it?" "What did you think it was?" etc). I was sleeping on my couch, having crashed out in front of the TV. Dorian was asleep in his cat house, directly at eye level across the room from me. I was tossing and turning and had woken up moments before. My cat was sleeping peacefully when all of a sudden there was this ... sound, and also the feeling ... of everything shaking. The closest experience I can relate is that of being underground when a train is going overhead on a bridge or something. I thought that it was my upstairs neighbor doing something -- I had no idea what, but he makes loud and unidentifiable noises all the time. But I also could tell this was not the activity of one human being, because there was such uniformity to the quaking. Every wall, the floor, and the ceiling were all shuddering equally in force. I think it lasted 15 seconds or so.
Dorian woke from his sleep with a start the very second it hit. My poor baby! I have never, in all of our car rides, moves to new places, vet visits, etc., EVER seen his eyes so huge and his ears pricked up so high! He did what he usually does when he is afraid, or thinks maybe he might need to be afraid, and looked directly into my face. This is such an endearing trait in my pet: like a child looking to the trusted parent for reassurance, he looks to me when something is loud or disturbing to him, when a new person enters our home, things like that. If I say (as I did during the earthquake), "That's alright, baby, that's okay. It's okay" (and repeat!), then he calms down. He trusts me! I think it's so beautiful. And so that is what I said to him, desperately trying to hide the fact that I actually did not know whether "it" was indeed "okay". It was startling and scary, but over so quickly. I might have felt frightened longer, or I might have gone upstairs and finally beat my neighbor to a pulp. But within moments, a few friends sent texts, everyone checking on everyone else, wondering whether they felt it, all of that stuff. Once I knew that all was well, and began to see on the TV news that reports were coming in of a minor earthquake, well, then it became just an interesting start to a day!
With the earthquake behind us then, I blogged about how John Mayer pissed me off. I have seen the media beat him down fairly sufficiently this past week, but still. The whole racial issue is just disgusting. I won't get over that crap from him. I just won't. But the thing that I haven't heard much talk about is how he spoke of former girlfriend Jessica Simpson. The whole way that he was so flippant and sarcastic, seeming to say that he had to get out of their relationship so that he could be mature. Ick. Talk about having no self knowledge at all. He spoke in the two interviews about his ex as though he was just loving the hot sex he had with her (we ladies always love it when you share details with the world, guys), but sigh ... alas ... he had to be a man and move on with his life. VOMIT. I'm not a huge Jessica Simpson fan or anything; I mean, she's okay, I've liked a few of her songs, and I think she comes off pretty ditzy and over-privileged. But this is just respect. I can't stand the way that Mr. Mayer talks about her. I can't stand the way a lot of the media talks about her (she is SO far from the hideous, gargantuan ogre that you would think, reading some of the press). I hope that she knows any man who actually loves her, as Mayer claims to, would speak kindly and respectfully about their relationship. Her ex-husband, Nick Lachey, does a great job of this.
So, John Mayer: You are an arrogant prick. I believe you are a racist, in some part of yourself that you need to examine. I don't buy the line that you just ran your mouth out of ignorance (well, there's that TOO). You have amazing musical talent, you're okay looking (a trait which is instantly elevated to HOTHOTHOT when you're a rock star), and you've been given amazing opportunities and blessings to use and enjoy during your time on this planet. It would do you well to go away, get therapy, get faith, get a real woman as a girlfriend (although ... good luck), get whatever you need to man up. If you can't do that, then you're just a one-trick pony. It's a good trick, but it's just a trick. Sad.
Okay, what else folks? Oh ... yes, I spoke rather harshly about my Catholic upbringing. Well, I have no other way to speak of it. But when I was about 23 years old, I stood at the deathbed of a beloved, absolutely-consumed-with-the-joy-of-Christ grandmother. And Something happened. I have tried many, many times to explain in words, to write, to share, to verbalize ... what happened to me there. My mother was able to understand, I think because the three of us (Grandma, Mom, and me) were all very close. But I have sort of given up on telling the story until such time as I feel "called" to do so. What I can tell you is that I was transformed that night. It was the year 2000. There was grief and loss to face when my grandma passed, of course. But I knew right away that she had given me Something, as though passing me a note before she left this world.
Grandma was an amazing woman in so many ways, tough and funny and generous and beautiful and smart ... and she was a living, breathing, walking, talking example of living one's faith. When Christians speak of joy and peace and non-judgment and living a life that mimics that of Christ, of embodying the true spirit of the Word ... well, we all know that it is rare to see and feel the presence of someone who really lives it. My grandma lived it, truly. She never feared. She ran boldly into life, she laughed, she shared, she loved. She honestly, genuinely believed in every fiber of her being in her God. And she showed me that if you can find that faith, if you can believe and know, you never have to fear or worry or wonder ... You never have to do anything but live and pray and give thanks. Oh, yes, MUCH easier said than done. But she had it down.
And that is how I began my journey into faith... (stay tuned)
Easiest -- The 'quake was about a 3.8 they decided, after first posting it as 4.3 (not sure how such issues get ironed out). I hear of exactly NO ONE who was injured or even incurred more than minor damage (apologies if you have such a story and I am unaware... no insensitivity intended). I guess we had an earthquake in Illinois a couple years ago, but it was too far away for us Chicagoans to feel. And my mom tells me there was a moderate one back when I was a baby. But I have never in my life personally experienced this phenomenon. Here in the midwest we fear "twisters" and rightly so! We, as a region, have suffered great devastation from tornados sweeping through here. But an earthquake!!
First off, thanks be to God that it was not another one like in Haiti. That one was -- needless to say it -- one too many for the poor people there. For any people to deal with, but so sad for the Haitians who have such limited (in many cases, NO) resources. We were lucky here; this 'quake was just enough to be interesting, something to gossip with each other about ("Did you feel it?" "What did you think it was?" etc). I was sleeping on my couch, having crashed out in front of the TV. Dorian was asleep in his cat house, directly at eye level across the room from me. I was tossing and turning and had woken up moments before. My cat was sleeping peacefully when all of a sudden there was this ... sound, and also the feeling ... of everything shaking. The closest experience I can relate is that of being underground when a train is going overhead on a bridge or something. I thought that it was my upstairs neighbor doing something -- I had no idea what, but he makes loud and unidentifiable noises all the time. But I also could tell this was not the activity of one human being, because there was such uniformity to the quaking. Every wall, the floor, and the ceiling were all shuddering equally in force. I think it lasted 15 seconds or so.
Dorian woke from his sleep with a start the very second it hit. My poor baby! I have never, in all of our car rides, moves to new places, vet visits, etc., EVER seen his eyes so huge and his ears pricked up so high! He did what he usually does when he is afraid, or thinks maybe he might need to be afraid, and looked directly into my face. This is such an endearing trait in my pet: like a child looking to the trusted parent for reassurance, he looks to me when something is loud or disturbing to him, when a new person enters our home, things like that. If I say (as I did during the earthquake), "That's alright, baby, that's okay. It's okay" (and repeat!), then he calms down. He trusts me! I think it's so beautiful. And so that is what I said to him, desperately trying to hide the fact that I actually did not know whether "it" was indeed "okay". It was startling and scary, but over so quickly. I might have felt frightened longer, or I might have gone upstairs and finally beat my neighbor to a pulp. But within moments, a few friends sent texts, everyone checking on everyone else, wondering whether they felt it, all of that stuff. Once I knew that all was well, and began to see on the TV news that reports were coming in of a minor earthquake, well, then it became just an interesting start to a day!
With the earthquake behind us then, I blogged about how John Mayer pissed me off. I have seen the media beat him down fairly sufficiently this past week, but still. The whole racial issue is just disgusting. I won't get over that crap from him. I just won't. But the thing that I haven't heard much talk about is how he spoke of former girlfriend Jessica Simpson. The whole way that he was so flippant and sarcastic, seeming to say that he had to get out of their relationship so that he could be mature. Ick. Talk about having no self knowledge at all. He spoke in the two interviews about his ex as though he was just loving the hot sex he had with her (we ladies always love it when you share details with the world, guys), but sigh ... alas ... he had to be a man and move on with his life. VOMIT. I'm not a huge Jessica Simpson fan or anything; I mean, she's okay, I've liked a few of her songs, and I think she comes off pretty ditzy and over-privileged. But this is just respect. I can't stand the way that Mr. Mayer talks about her. I can't stand the way a lot of the media talks about her (she is SO far from the hideous, gargantuan ogre that you would think, reading some of the press). I hope that she knows any man who actually loves her, as Mayer claims to, would speak kindly and respectfully about their relationship. Her ex-husband, Nick Lachey, does a great job of this.
So, John Mayer: You are an arrogant prick. I believe you are a racist, in some part of yourself that you need to examine. I don't buy the line that you just ran your mouth out of ignorance (well, there's that TOO). You have amazing musical talent, you're okay looking (a trait which is instantly elevated to HOTHOTHOT when you're a rock star), and you've been given amazing opportunities and blessings to use and enjoy during your time on this planet. It would do you well to go away, get therapy, get faith, get a real woman as a girlfriend (although ... good luck), get whatever you need to man up. If you can't do that, then you're just a one-trick pony. It's a good trick, but it's just a trick. Sad.
Okay, what else folks? Oh ... yes, I spoke rather harshly about my Catholic upbringing. Well, I have no other way to speak of it. But when I was about 23 years old, I stood at the deathbed of a beloved, absolutely-consumed-with-the-joy-of-Christ grandmother. And Something happened. I have tried many, many times to explain in words, to write, to share, to verbalize ... what happened to me there. My mother was able to understand, I think because the three of us (Grandma, Mom, and me) were all very close. But I have sort of given up on telling the story until such time as I feel "called" to do so. What I can tell you is that I was transformed that night. It was the year 2000. There was grief and loss to face when my grandma passed, of course. But I knew right away that she had given me Something, as though passing me a note before she left this world.
Grandma was an amazing woman in so many ways, tough and funny and generous and beautiful and smart ... and she was a living, breathing, walking, talking example of living one's faith. When Christians speak of joy and peace and non-judgment and living a life that mimics that of Christ, of embodying the true spirit of the Word ... well, we all know that it is rare to see and feel the presence of someone who really lives it. My grandma lived it, truly. She never feared. She ran boldly into life, she laughed, she shared, she loved. She honestly, genuinely believed in every fiber of her being in her God. And she showed me that if you can find that faith, if you can believe and know, you never have to fear or worry or wonder ... You never have to do anything but live and pray and give thanks. Oh, yes, MUCH easier said than done. But she had it down.
And that is how I began my journey into faith... (stay tuned)
Rehab: The New Spa?
Wow!! I'd say it has been a busy week for one and all of us! It seems that whether you are a celebrity entering rehab for pretend issues / ailments or you are a humble writer coming up in the blogging world like me, ya had a helluva week!
SO. Chynna Phillips. What shall we say? If you didn't hear, the former lead singer of girl pop trio Wilson-Phillips (and, I guess, current Christian musician ... I'm not familiar with her work) has checked into rehab to deal with "anxiety," per her rep. MmmmHmmm. .... ... PEOPLE!!! WTF? Why do celebrities persist in telling us they are rehabbing for things like "exhaustion" and "anxiety/depression" and recovery from physical ailments? It's gross. The reason I say so is that the whole sham makes a complete mockery of the real recovery process that so many regular folks embark upon courageously everyday. It makes a mockery, too, of disorders such as real anxiety and depression.
Drug treatment centers and other rehab facilities that serve those with eating disorders or any combination of addictive behaviors are serious businesses. They don't open their (very expensive) doors to you so you can have a place to flop down and recuperate because you are exhausted or stressed. That is called a hotel. If you are recovering from an illness or even a particularly taxing time in your life, there is an over-abundance of spas and retreat centers like that to serve your needs. Don't pretend that you're just tired and tell people you've gone to rehab to rest. It's disgusting to me. It's so difficult for everyday joes and janes to take that step and enter treatment, to continue living life while working a recovery program, to admit it, to deal with it, to own it. Celebrities piss me off (if you couldn't yet tell) when they play these games. They want us to know ALL about it when they are dating someone new or have a new cd/movie/reality show, etc., but when it comes to their real-life dilemmas, they feign perfection. People look up to them, and it would really be amazing if they could show that they are real.
I'm sincerely sorry that the Phillips have had the life they've had, and have to face ongoing pain and fallout from what their parents did. I'm sorry for anyone who buckles under the pressure of their past, anyone who gets sucked into the terrible darkness of addiction, no matter what started it. A great many of us have abuse or addiction or loss or incest or God-forbid more than one of these in our pasts. I want to see a day when there's no shame in admitting that you are seeing a therapist or a doctor or taking medication or even checking yourself in someplace, to DEAL with it. I guess for now, that's my word on that.
SO. Chynna Phillips. What shall we say? If you didn't hear, the former lead singer of girl pop trio Wilson-Phillips (and, I guess, current Christian musician ... I'm not familiar with her work) has checked into rehab to deal with "anxiety," per her rep. MmmmHmmm. .... ... PEOPLE!!! WTF? Why do celebrities persist in telling us they are rehabbing for things like "exhaustion" and "anxiety/depression" and recovery from physical ailments? It's gross. The reason I say so is that the whole sham makes a complete mockery of the real recovery process that so many regular folks embark upon courageously everyday. It makes a mockery, too, of disorders such as real anxiety and depression.
Drug treatment centers and other rehab facilities that serve those with eating disorders or any combination of addictive behaviors are serious businesses. They don't open their (very expensive) doors to you so you can have a place to flop down and recuperate because you are exhausted or stressed. That is called a hotel. If you are recovering from an illness or even a particularly taxing time in your life, there is an over-abundance of spas and retreat centers like that to serve your needs. Don't pretend that you're just tired and tell people you've gone to rehab to rest. It's disgusting to me. It's so difficult for everyday joes and janes to take that step and enter treatment, to continue living life while working a recovery program, to admit it, to deal with it, to own it. Celebrities piss me off (if you couldn't yet tell) when they play these games. They want us to know ALL about it when they are dating someone new or have a new cd/movie/reality show, etc., but when it comes to their real-life dilemmas, they feign perfection. People look up to them, and it would really be amazing if they could show that they are real.
I'm sincerely sorry that the Phillips have had the life they've had, and have to face ongoing pain and fallout from what their parents did. I'm sorry for anyone who buckles under the pressure of their past, anyone who gets sucked into the terrible darkness of addiction, no matter what started it. A great many of us have abuse or addiction or loss or incest or God-forbid more than one of these in our pasts. I want to see a day when there's no shame in admitting that you are seeing a therapist or a doctor or taking medication or even checking yourself in someplace, to DEAL with it. I guess for now, that's my word on that.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
The Elixir of Life...
Is most definitely laughter. I have always found that laughter -- good, genuine, uninhibited, belly laughter -- is one of the best medicines around. When I am with my funniest friends, my family (I'm blessed on Mom's side with some of the most innately funny people around!), or observing a favorite comedian/comedienne, and when I get to laughing so hard that my breathing actually changes, and tears start coming out of my eyes and making my nose run ... That feeling lasts beyond the moment. It changes things.
So I was excited to see that the Huffington Post is running an article about the 20 most influential black comedians in our country -- in honor of Black History Month. You can read the article and vote on your favorites and ones you think shouldn't have made the list. It's fun! I have to say that I had a blast seeing who they chose, and I agreed with at least 75% of the choices. Also, I guess it does have to be considered that saying one is "most influential" does not necessarily mean they are the funniest. I can see in people like Richard Pryor and Bill Cosby (not saying they aren't funniest) that their original ideas and creative risk-taking on stage laid the foundation for many, many other artists and acts that would come later. I didn't even see a stand-up routine by Richard Pryor until I was older than 30!!! And by that time, I had seen other comedians, ones who were famous during "my" generation ... and really believed that certain jokes, certain ways of telling a joke, etc., were their original material. But after I saw Richard Pryor, I know there has definitely been some style-bitin' goin on! Not to say that's a horrible thing; I mean, in the arts, people want the style and idea that they have come to know. If they love a guy like Pryor and they come to see some lesser-known artist, well, that lesser-known better tell jokes the "right" way at least ... and the right way would be sort of like Pryor.
Well, I went ahead and got interactive with it, because I loved all these guys and gals (only two made the list I think, only two females). I've been teased by friends at times when they ask the question, "And, um, do you like any comedians who are NOT black?" because all my favorites seem to be! I do like George Lopez and Lisa Lampanelli (sp?) and Lewis Black, to name a few. But they aren't my favorites, for whatever reason.
The scale for voting is 1 (lowest) to 10 (legendary). My choices were:
9's (consistently hilarious and creative but not quite legends in my mind): Chris Rock, Bernie Mac, Mo'nique
10's (truly legends and icons in their field): Richard Pryor, Wanda Sykes, Cedric the Entertainer
...Let me know if you do it and have your own ideas! I might have a different list, but I was going with just the 20 choices they gave in the article. Loved it! Oh, and I almost forgot to add my favorite of all the quotations attributed to the people in the article:
So I was excited to see that the Huffington Post is running an article about the 20 most influential black comedians in our country -- in honor of Black History Month. You can read the article and vote on your favorites and ones you think shouldn't have made the list. It's fun! I have to say that I had a blast seeing who they chose, and I agreed with at least 75% of the choices. Also, I guess it does have to be considered that saying one is "most influential" does not necessarily mean they are the funniest. I can see in people like Richard Pryor and Bill Cosby (not saying they aren't funniest) that their original ideas and creative risk-taking on stage laid the foundation for many, many other artists and acts that would come later. I didn't even see a stand-up routine by Richard Pryor until I was older than 30!!! And by that time, I had seen other comedians, ones who were famous during "my" generation ... and really believed that certain jokes, certain ways of telling a joke, etc., were their original material. But after I saw Richard Pryor, I know there has definitely been some style-bitin' goin on! Not to say that's a horrible thing; I mean, in the arts, people want the style and idea that they have come to know. If they love a guy like Pryor and they come to see some lesser-known artist, well, that lesser-known better tell jokes the "right" way at least ... and the right way would be sort of like Pryor.
Well, I went ahead and got interactive with it, because I loved all these guys and gals (only two made the list I think, only two females). I've been teased by friends at times when they ask the question, "And, um, do you like any comedians who are NOT black?" because all my favorites seem to be! I do like George Lopez and Lisa Lampanelli (sp?) and Lewis Black, to name a few. But they aren't my favorites, for whatever reason.
The scale for voting is 1 (lowest) to 10 (legendary). My choices were:
9's (consistently hilarious and creative but not quite legends in my mind): Chris Rock, Bernie Mac, Mo'nique
10's (truly legends and icons in their field): Richard Pryor, Wanda Sykes, Cedric the Entertainer
...Let me know if you do it and have your own ideas! I might have a different list, but I was going with just the 20 choices they gave in the article. Loved it! Oh, and I almost forgot to add my favorite of all the quotations attributed to the people in the article:
My mother wanted me to be a lawyer [but I told her] that I needed to choose my own destiny. I wanted to be an actor. So two weeks after I graduated college, I called my mom one day and asked to borrow $200. She said to me, "Why don't you act like you got $200? --Arsenio Hall
This is Me
If I promise only to write my own original thoughts and hilarious comedy for the next six months (or this weekend at least), will you please just humor me (no pun intended ... okay, pun intended) and check out the "conversation" below? One of my top bloggers has a Label/Tag category called "Stuff I Wish I Thought of First." If I had that one, I'd be placing it on this post, but that probably goes without saying! Anyway, today's post is a prime example of what I love (and what I believe her hundreds - possibly thousands? - of fans love too) about her: it is creative and beautiful in its simple humor and cleverness. Hope you like it the way that I do! Oh, and if you are at least a bit like me in that I love cats a lot, you will definitely like it. ("Victor" is the husband, and "me" is the Bloggess)
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Victor: What the fuck are you are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be working?
me: I’m learning about neuroscience.
Victor: You’re looking at pictures of kittens.
me: I’M DOING BOTH, ASSHOLE.
Victor: I’m going to block the internet on your computer when you go to sleep tonight.
Conclusion: Victor is intimidated by my knowledge of science. I’m like Yentl when she had to become a cross-dresser to learn the Torah, except that I have to go hide in the bathroom and pretend to have food poisoning so that I can look at pictures of cats on my iphone without getting hassled. This is exactly why it sucks to be a girl.
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Victor: What the fuck are you are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be working?
me: I’m learning about neuroscience.
Victor: You’re looking at pictures of kittens.
me: I’M DOING BOTH, ASSHOLE.
Victor: I’m going to block the internet on your computer when you go to sleep tonight.
Conclusion: Victor is intimidated by my knowledge of science. I’m like Yentl when she had to become a cross-dresser to learn the Torah, except that I have to go hide in the bathroom and pretend to have food poisoning so that I can look at pictures of cats on my iphone without getting hassled. This is exactly why it sucks to be a girl.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Dear John (Mayer)
I wrote this on Wednesday and put it into my "drafts" rather than posting it, because I thought I wanted to add something or check some facts or ... sheesh, I don't even recall! Anyway, as an update before I post it now, I was just watching Joy Behar's show, and a lady I don't know who is a guest was on there discussing this whole matter. I'm in total solidarity with any and all who feel John Mayer is making an ass of himself and has really said offensive things (as my post here will explain further); but this lady's little example was to say, "John Mayer didn't even add an 'A' at the end of the 'N' word when he used it, like Eminem would do." Oh, ha ha ha. If anyone can send me one example of one time when Eminem has ever used that word (with an 'a' or not), please, please send it to me. I implore you. Why bring him into this? He isn't a racist who compares his tiny little penis to a white supremacist ...
Okay! I am just fuming at this mother-##er. No, not the one below; the one named in this blog's title. I have a lot that I want to say about John Mayer, based upon my recent reading of Rolling Stone's article about him and excerpts I've read from an upcoming Playboy interview with him. But now is one of those times where I am too too. I am just too too. I mean, I say that I'm fuming, and I am... oh, I certainly am over things he has said and apparently truly believes. But I'm also just sort of bewildered and horrified.
The most egregious of Mayer's errors is the one that Shane Powers discusses pretty succinctly in his vlog below. The only part of it that I do not agree with is when he says that Mayer is "not racist" but only "stupid". Anyway, I will say more on what I think -- including the other offensive issue (and equally offensive in some ways, if you are a woman, or a human being with a scintilla of respect for those with whom you have shared intimacy), which is his comments on past girlfriend Jessica Simpson. Another time.
For now, I leave you with Shane. You might want to check out his blog. You might not. Sometimes I think he's funny and cool, and sometimes I wish he'd shut the eff up.
Okay! I am just fuming at this mother-##er. No, not the one below; the one named in this blog's title. I have a lot that I want to say about John Mayer, based upon my recent reading of Rolling Stone's article about him and excerpts I've read from an upcoming Playboy interview with him. But now is one of those times where I am too too. I am just too too. I mean, I say that I'm fuming, and I am... oh, I certainly am over things he has said and apparently truly believes. But I'm also just sort of bewildered and horrified.
The most egregious of Mayer's errors is the one that Shane Powers discusses pretty succinctly in his vlog below. The only part of it that I do not agree with is when he says that Mayer is "not racist" but only "stupid". Anyway, I will say more on what I think -- including the other offensive issue (and equally offensive in some ways, if you are a woman, or a human being with a scintilla of respect for those with whom you have shared intimacy), which is his comments on past girlfriend Jessica Simpson. Another time.
For now, I leave you with Shane. You might want to check out his blog. You might not. Sometimes I think he's funny and cool, and sometimes I wish he'd shut the eff up.
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