Jeez...

As achingly bad as I want a clean Obama victory, I am not counting McCain out just yet, but seriously, WTF? If it weren't so deliciously ironic for the self-righteous, completely delusional McCain camp and his supporters, the news that Sarah Palin's teenage daughter is knocked up would almost be sad and unfortunate. Just like I couldn't care less and didn't understand what the big deal was over Britney Spears' sister, besides the fact that Sarah Palin was a desperate choice to sway Hilary voters (kiss that plan goodbye), I really don't give a damn that Bristol Palin, a girl from a moderately/very wealthy family who has unlimited access to acceptable pre-natal care and has the chance to raise a healthy, well educated kid is with child.
Obama (full of grace) said that children and families are off limits but revisiting the fact that the disenfranchised poor in this country will stay in their circumstances because they are basically screwed from birth due in large part to greedy republican ideology might not be a bad idea...

This election has taken it's strangest turn yet and I am loving the frantic spinning/justifying/bullshitting that the republican party is doing, not to mention every right wing pro life Christan group who has access to a computer. Making a less than accurate prediction that tomorrow, I will wake up to CNN breaking the news that Sarah Palin is in fact, a man. I mean, at this point, it's not entirely implausible.

Hmmmmmm.......

It's no secret that, while conflicted about it, I am somewhat of a Disney groupie. Since I saw Lady and the Tramp when I was about 5, ( and when it's good, it's not all good) I've been hooked. (I also know at least two songs from every Disney musical ever made but shhhh...don't tell anybody).

So bear with me as I pause (kind of) to pass judgement on this new Disney film set in New Orleans featuring the first Black female princess. Not even out yet, The Princess and The Frog is already stirring controversy, as Disney literally had to go back to the drawing board after
originally making her a god damn maid. (Some studio exec probably rationalized: Hey, Cinderella was a maid! No one had a problem with that!)

So she's no longer a maid but the fact that it's set in a place and time where technically, princesses can't really exist bothers me. Why can't little black girls wander off into far away lands of unspecified origin in their daydreams instead of colonial America? Black people love escapist fantasy just as much as the next person. And even though Disney will make a killing off of the marketing and merchandise of this film because parents will buy their kids anything, isn't it a little too late for hand drawn animation? Wouldn't this have fared better pre-Pixar, say right after Mulan?

And then I come to what I know will ultimately piss me off about this film. The buck toothed, slack jawed, Sambo-like insect that I guess is supposed to invoke fond memories of Jiminy Cricket or Sebastian the crab but really is just some of the most ridiculous, stereotypical shit I have ever seen. I won't post any links to the trailer here, as I have already (unsuccessfully) tried not to pass judgement. Google it, and see for yourself.

And let me end with saying that Mufaro's Beautiful Daughters was and still is one of the most beautifully written, illustrated and imaginative children's books ever written. It should be required reading for every black mother who would like to have her daughter not grow up with identity/ self-esteem issues. (worked for me!) The story has romance, a handsome prince, drama, intrigue, talking animals and it's set in Africa. It's gorgeous and I've always thought it should be adapted to the big screen. But then again, if passed through the unrelenting stereotype machine that is American cinema, the end result would be nothing like the original. But I digress. Actually I don't.

um...what?

I'm all for good bedside manner but this might be taking that a tad bit too far.
A lollipop or a sticker is just not enough these days I guess.

Wtf Jesse Jackson?

(Sigh) Haven't been feeling really bloggy lately nor do I have the energy to tackle this one.

Is that really necessary?

A previous post about the appendix being removed from the mouth was bad. It made me uneasy and fed my fear of hospitals even more. So why would the medical community go and do this to me? I picture a bunch of doctors sitting around (maybe passing a narcotic substance) and one of them goes: "You know what would be funny...?" My insides are writhing as I type. Why I ask, why?

link via Science Daily

heh?

Advances in Science and medicine never cease to amaze me. However, if for any reason I need my appendix taken out, please, NO DETAILS! In California, they've figured out that possibly removing one's appendix from the mouth speeds up the healing process, lessens the amount of incisions that need to be made. That's all well and good but personally, I could never eat again without having latent flashbacks of appendix- to - mouth contact. Eating over-ripe peaches or Jello would never be the same. It also makes me think of the Frog scene from Pan's Labyrinth. I know, I'm sorry. Eww.


link via Science Daily
image via USA Today

heh?

Sometimes irony is not a good thing. Say for instance, when you're writing a humor column and you compare two photographs of two black men who look nothing alike and one of them is wearing sunglasses. Maybe it's ironic because it's not funny but then that actually makes it funny for like a second...wait, no, it's not funny and now my head hurts. (sigh) If the media is trying so hard to prove that things are getting better in this country, they might want to start by not saying all Black people look alike. Just a thought....then again something tells me thought was not a factor when this NY Times "piece" (that term is being used sooooo loosely right now) was written. (sigh again)

Ridiculousness courtesy of The New York Times

heh?

Marion Jones' unfortunate (and stupid) choice to juice it up for the Olympics doesn't particularly surprise me. Neither do all these baseball guys (probably all guilty) or even 50 cent or Timbaland (file that under duh...) but Wyclef? If true, may I suggest upping the dosage? Um.......Mary J. Blige? What in the r&b mess? She is kind of a statuesque lady...maybe she was feeling the pressure to continue to look good in heels. (heels do a number on your legs, back, butt, everything. I know!) Or maybe she was just training to be able to keep up with this guy:



FABULOUS! Am only a little embarrassed to admit that he dances like me! Or me like him? Oh well, now there's something else to over think while I'm trying to look cool on the dance floor with as little movement as possible.

heh?

Wasn't this guy a big TV star like a week ago? Stir of Echoes 2? Was this really a movie worth a sequel? Why are straight to DVD movies automatically considered inferior products to their cinematic counterparts? Okay, that was a dumb question. But seriously, Stir of Echoes 2? The homecoming? Are subtitles necessary for crap movies? Are they a prerequisite? Stir of Echoes 2? Why?????





crap DVD photo via The Lions Gate Shop. Support Rob Lowe, buy one now.