Tuesday, August 27, 2013

SnapShots

If it's okay to have an allblacksdating.com on-line dating service, is it equally okay to have an all whites dating site? Or is this another instance of it's only racist if it's whites excluding blacks, especially during the week that we are honoring the Dr. Martin Luther King, JR speech about dreams ... including the hope that EVERYONE would one day be judged on the content of character, not on the color of one's (black) skin.

A real language lesson: we used not to use the perjorative words asshole, asshat, dick, bitch, son of a bitch, damn, hell, shit and even the allusive "f" you, but lately, language usage has lessened to the lowest common denominator and all of these once-excluded words run rampant through the family sitcoms. One commercial even prides itself on changing the phrase "fucking good" into "fricking good," but the real f-word implication is still there. Guess my favorite lecture on the three primary levels of language usage would do a fly-by in today's classroom: we don't talk that way; we don't talk that way outside of the house; and we don't talk that way if we want to keep our job.

How come Miley is being slammed for her highly suggestive, questionable, and/or morally reprehensible performance, but Lady Gaga not only performed, but then sat in the first rows of the reserved seats wearing her seashell breast covers and baring her g-string clad butt both to the seated audience and to the viewing audience, but has had nary a ripple in the Miley publicity pond? If we're going to lament the loss of good taste, let's apply it fairly.

If a foreign country wants to engage in war with the United States, all it has to do is figure out the definition of crossing the red line -- and we'll send our troops and munitions to wage war? What about having a step ladder of color-coded lesser offenses, perhaps using the shades of the rainbow in some kind of response framework that intercedes in general armed conflict, rather than having civil war in the streets be ignored until the ill-defined "red line" is crossed and hundreds of innocent citizens are dead from the use of chemical weapons, their bodies wrapped in sheets and displayed in the streets for the media, and thus the world, to see.

Kate Gosselin is suing her ex for hacking her computer and phone accounts to dig up dirt on her that has been allegedly used in an unflattering, recently-released, tell-all book. I'm not sure that good ole Jon is all that tech smart ... and I know he doesn't have any money, so why waste the time, the energy, and the personal resources?

Why do I believe that having a serious talk with my middle dog will make her stop and think before she poops and pees on my livingroom carpet every time a single drop of rain falls from the sky? Two pee puddles and one poop pile greeted me this morning, but the only sign of rain that blanketed the rest of the Valley was a light dew on the shrubbery. I could remove the carpeting, but I hate the feel of my bare feet on a bare floor!

The other side of my perception is my reality is the idea that whoever gets there first defines the truth.

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