So I was feeling particularly un-Irish last night, since I completely forgot to mark the day that celebrates half of our heritage. All three of us are exactly 50% Irish.
Although I do get confused about my own claim to St. Patrick's day. My dad once told me that his dad was not the green sort of Irish, but the orange sort, and hated March 17 because it was all so, SO wrong and a total insult to his countrymen. Or something like that.
So on the way to the pharmacy yesterday and in the midst of a meltdown because I wouldn't purchase a $7 Princess coloring book, I realized that I was being a really crappy Orangewoman. Especially since dinner last night was nothing appropriate... unless Eggplant Teriyaki over white Basmati is somehow appropriate.
So after listing for the 12th time all the reasons I was not going to buy that overpriced pad of paper with commercially licensed outlines of co-dependent bobbleheads in skirts, I grabbed some funfetti cake mix and frosting. And then I stood paralyzed in the bakery aisle for 23 minutes and had a heart attack when I saw one little tube of orange icing would knock me back $4. Green wasn't much better at $3. And since I was hoping to have both a green and orange cake, that'd be $7 just for decorating it.
Shishkedarn.
But shiver me timbers, I am a little smartie. Well, we all knew that already, but I am particularly proud of myself this time because I managed to slide my eyeballs three inches over to the left and see green sprinkles for $1.50. Whoocha! Brainfart!
And below is the result of my totally appropriate cranial emission:
In other news: Wonkette tells us (twice) that NY's new governor (aka the black blind -- but not the first of either -- guy who took over from whore-paying Spitzer) has attempted to pre-empt character assassination by fessing up right away to getting it on with someone who is *gasp* not his wife.
And for that matter, he tells us that she did it too, but we're not as interested since she's neither blind nor the governor. And besides, she's pretty, so who can blame her? Riiight.
I am so in hate with our media right now, both right and left. Surprise, surprise, politicians have sex. This makes them zero percent different than 80% of the animal kingdom. They also have affairs. Which makes them zero percent different than hmm..., oh hell, also 80% of the animal kingdom. Are we not the least bit alarmed when 1) this is news, 2) both sex and marriages become a weapon of shame that can cost people their careers and dignity, and 3) that the media sees this as an opportunity to cull the attention of their readership, which not only indicates that journalists continue their slide down into the hell that is called "selling your soul" but that readers do too?
And yes, I realize by merely talking about it I risk joining everybody on the merry mud-slinging playground and not keeping my academic bloomers lily-white, but hey.
It's my blog. I'll bitch if I want to.
"Selling your soul..." I like how you worded it. TV has gotten into this mode too. Have you seen the show "Moment of Truth?" Talk about major secrets being exposed on TV!
There will always be stories like this - even before Clinton got busted about Monica Lewinsky and then all the way up to the far future.
Posted by: Sazzy | March 20, 2008 at 08:34 AM