I sit here listening to Elizabeth Falarski wax on about how women need to be sensitive to men's needs and just give them sex when they need it. Perhaps, she argues, if women in the same situation as Mrs. Spitzer were to comply with said men's needs, then situations like the Governors state-crossing tryst could be avoided. She continues to liken the Y chromosome's needs to those of us double xes to go to a museum, for example. Not sure if lending someone our bodies is the same as commenting on the cubist movement, fully clothed and fully dignified.
I think that Obama and Clinton should just keep trading fired staff members. It's like checkers where one camp jumps on a statement that a foolish 'off the record' staffer from the other camp has uttered and then proceeds to demand the immediate resignation of said 'evil doer.' In the end each will stand alone, void of wise-cracking staff members, and demand to be 'kinged' at the convention in Denver.
My hometown's boys basketball team has made it to the state finals. This is huge news for my town and I anticipate a 'Varsity Blues-esque' pilgrimage by the town-folk out to the game this weekend. Interestingly, however, many of the parents with whom I've spoken in the past few days admonished the racist behavior and chants of opposing team's fans towards the non-white member's of my seaside community's team. I am choosing to be slightly heartened by the emerging undercurrent of anti-racism, or at least anti-overt-racism, which stands in contrast to the tone held here by parents of my childhood friends. Now if we could only work on the homophobic current that is deemed 'ok' within the community.
