BUSTED!

I guess you still read my blog. Hiding your shameless social climbing activities from me doesn't mean that you aren't doing it. Pathetic.

The conflated relationship between visibility and tolerance.

This article appeared in the New York Times today.

I think it is interesting that this is just now being addressed given the increase in gay and lesbian media representation in the last ten years. Remember when "lesbian chic" was supposed to usher in a new era of tolerance? Metrosexuals anyone?

Would people still watch gay people on television if it portrayed what actually demarcated gay from straight?

Oh and I will not eat Snickers anymore. Who greenlighted such homophobic and sexist advertising?

Clearly, the end is near

This has to been the most eventful week that I have experienced in a long time. I am not referring to typical banal interpersonal drama. Here are the highlights:

-Tuesday my girl, Julia, called to tell me somebody hacked into her email account and sent some messages to Jon from said account. Interwebs stalking? Me thinks so.

-Explosions in Kansas City. When I was a child, there was a large explosion in KC. It was at a construction site and six firefighters were killed. My mother and I were living in Independence with my grandparents at the time. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and hearing everything glass in the house. I went to stand in the kitchen and I was knocked to the floor by the vibrations. I thought that Jesus was returning. I think I was five or six.

-Yesterday, Jodie discovered that our garage door was open. Neither one of us opened it. She called our management company. They sent a man to investigate. It turns out that somebody has been digging a hole in our basement. A really fucking big hole, complete with a giant axe in the ground next to it. I don't know who is doing it or why, but secret digging is never done with the best intentions.

Ahhh, a week of explosions and mystery!

Sad.

R.I.P. Molly Ivins.