And the ORLY owls utter their perpetual question.
Firstly, I just need to announce that my new website is up and running. Whether or not I'll set up a blog there is a matter to be decided on at a later date. For those interested, it's at www.citruspop.net and basically serves as a portfolio site, for now. Fun stuff.
Okay, onward.
So. First week back from school. I'm tired, and it feels like one in the morning right now, even though it's not. But, the need to complain about stuffy things like politics wins me over, since sleep is impossible on a stuffy night like this. It is hot, and quite clearly climate change has dealt the first of many blows. All summer we've had April-esque weather. And then BAM! school starts and so does summer, apparently. Mo had the right idea when he said that we should just rename March to January and start from there.
Amid this wholly innappropriate September heat (Hm. In the Heat of September sounds like it might work as a book title. We shall see.) lies the great Palin debate.
To be honest, I liked her at first. Really. When I first heard "Hey did you hear about McCain's VP candidate?" and had her described to me. She's a Jill-of-all-trades, of a sort, since she's been so many careers and never really gotten anywhere with any of them, although she did get close. Always second best, huh? That, for me, is relatable. And yet, with the steady revelation of this-or-that past crime (or even more recent wrongdoings), I find my shallow association with her is nothing more than a poor illusion. I never liked the fact that she was probably chosen for her past glory as a beauty queen, and her lack of a y-chromosome. But, I blamed it on McCain first. And slowly but surely, I am starting to dislike Palin as well. Her values, really, sound like those of a stuffed up old and white guy. Like we really needed another one of those.
But really, this rant is mostly triggered by her daughter Bristol's pregnancy, and the miniature orgasm the blogosphere experienced immediately afterwards.
Here's an article I stumbled upon.
And, it's the same old stuff. Teenage pregnancy is being held on trial, with sex ed in the witness box. And what senseless shoutings to people toss at each other? Do they bring something new to the table? No. They take the same old recycled fruitcake from the last discussion and dump it on the table like a rock. Gee, congratulations on learning how to paraphrase. Should I post your pretty crayon drawings on the fridge with alphabet magnets?
What bothers me the most about the article, I guess, is Leslee Unruh. (Unruh? How the heck do pronounce that?)
Insert ORLY owl here.
Confuses us? What the hell? How dense do you have to be to get confused by freaking contraceptives? You tell drivers to drive safe and not run into other cars. Do you think telling them about seat belts would confuse them? No. We get what you're trying to say. "Don't do it. But if the hormones take over, then for chrissake don't get pregnant." Maybe you were that stupid as a kid, Ms Unruh. Maybe you were confused by the whole thing. But most teens have been working out simple pieces of logic like that since they were in elementary school.
In that same article, a Mr Bill Albert said that the teenage sex drive is hard to stop. If you only teach the kid "don't do it" over and over again, if times comes that they do actually do it, they don't know to use contraceptives, and get preggers. Way to go, abstinence sex ed. You just did that kid a friggin hell of a lot of good. On the other hand, if you teach kids about all their options, it's their own stupid fault if something happens.
Okay, onward.
So. First week back from school. I'm tired, and it feels like one in the morning right now, even though it's not. But, the need to complain about stuffy things like politics wins me over, since sleep is impossible on a stuffy night like this. It is hot, and quite clearly climate change has dealt the first of many blows. All summer we've had April-esque weather. And then BAM! school starts and so does summer, apparently. Mo had the right idea when he said that we should just rename March to January and start from there.
Amid this wholly innappropriate September heat (Hm. In the Heat of September sounds like it might work as a book title. We shall see.) lies the great Palin debate.
To be honest, I liked her at first. Really. When I first heard "Hey did you hear about McCain's VP candidate?" and had her described to me. She's a Jill-of-all-trades, of a sort, since she's been so many careers and never really gotten anywhere with any of them, although she did get close. Always second best, huh? That, for me, is relatable. And yet, with the steady revelation of this-or-that past crime (or even more recent wrongdoings), I find my shallow association with her is nothing more than a poor illusion. I never liked the fact that she was probably chosen for her past glory as a beauty queen, and her lack of a y-chromosome. But, I blamed it on McCain first. And slowly but surely, I am starting to dislike Palin as well. Her values, really, sound like those of a stuffed up old and white guy. Like we really needed another one of those.
But really, this rant is mostly triggered by her daughter Bristol's pregnancy, and the miniature orgasm the blogosphere experienced immediately afterwards.
Here's an article I stumbled upon.
And, it's the same old stuff. Teenage pregnancy is being held on trial, with sex ed in the witness box. And what senseless shoutings to people toss at each other? Do they bring something new to the table? No. They take the same old recycled fruitcake from the last discussion and dump it on the table like a rock. Gee, congratulations on learning how to paraphrase. Should I post your pretty crayon drawings on the fridge with alphabet magnets?
What bothers me the most about the article, I guess, is Leslee Unruh. (Unruh? How the heck do pronounce that?)
Leslee Unruh, president of the Abstinence Clearinghouse in Sioux Falls, S.D., is convinced telling kids not to have sex makes a difference and that talking about condoms or birth control confuses them.
Insert ORLY owl here.
Confuses us? What the hell? How dense do you have to be to get confused by freaking contraceptives? You tell drivers to drive safe and not run into other cars. Do you think telling them about seat belts would confuse them? No. We get what you're trying to say. "Don't do it. But if the hormones take over, then for chrissake don't get pregnant." Maybe you were that stupid as a kid, Ms Unruh. Maybe you were confused by the whole thing. But most teens have been working out simple pieces of logic like that since they were in elementary school.
In that same article, a Mr Bill Albert said that the teenage sex drive is hard to stop. If you only teach the kid "don't do it" over and over again, if times comes that they do actually do it, they don't know to use contraceptives, and get preggers. Way to go, abstinence sex ed. You just did that kid a friggin hell of a lot of good. On the other hand, if you teach kids about all their options, it's their own stupid fault if something happens.
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