Recently, I was reading a few posts on my local nj.com board and had to shake my head at the ridicuolousness of some of the dicussions there. There was a long thread of discussion about some high school play that used teh "n-word". Apparently, some audience members walked out in the first two minutes of the play because of the use of this word and the people involved with the play were upset because they felt that this person (or people) did not give the play a chance and passed judgement w/out seeing the whole play.
I often sigh when I read these type of posts. I suppose people have the right to argue about insignificant things, but let's get real. With all the concerns and issues about this particular high school (read back issues of the Courier News to get the whole story), this is what people are going back and forth about on the message board? Give me a break.....this time and energy expended on this argument over taste - chacun a son gout - is silly and wasteful. So what if someone walked out? So what if s/he didn't like the use of the n-word? Everyone has his/her own opinion of what 'art' is and how they want to spend their time.
And what Imus has to do with all of this, I'll never know - that was brought up in the argument also.
I also dislike calling human children 'kids' - a kid is a baby goat!!
Saturday, April 28
Thursday, April 26
Ahhhh...Freedom
On Wednesday, I had the distinct pleasure of spending a total of three hours away from everyone in my family - don't get me wrong, I do love DH and my three dear children, however, day in and day out contact can wear a bit thin. I took the time, with the help of a lovely friend who gave me a gift certificate, I visited the Skin Deep Day Spa in New Providence. What a lovely experience! I had a great mini-facial - who knew that someone else washing your face could feel so wonderful!
The ladies who work there are were very nice and the spa atmosphere was simple and calm. I almost fell asleep in the skin treatment room and the pedicure stand chairs were massage enabled. I felt refreshed and rejuvenated when I left and would certainly visit again - I am looking forward to the hot stone massage!
The ladies who work there are were very nice and the spa atmosphere was simple and calm. I almost fell asleep in the skin treatment room and the pedicure stand chairs were massage enabled. I felt refreshed and rejuvenated when I left and would certainly visit again - I am looking forward to the hot stone massage!
Tuesday, April 24
Corzine should obey the law
This is a short post. Seems like Corzine can now be the poster boy for both obeying the speed limit and wearing your seat belt. From what I've heard and read, the governor's SUV was going at speeds of over 90 mph when the crash occurred. I'm a stay at home mom and the highest I've driven is 60 on the highway going to the library - and I'm nervous when I'm wearing a seat belt!! How could you sit in a car going 90 mph with no seat belt? Doesn't even make sense, does it?
Good Ol' Imus
I know that I'm late, I know that I'm waay behind, but thus is the life of a domestic goddess. Anyhoo, this whole Imus thing. I have never listened to Imus, just flicked past his televised broadcast on MSNBC and thought that MSNBC must have run out of programming to waste air time with a radio show. I mean, who is watching an old man with a cowboy hat talk into a microphone? Just listen to the durn radio, why don't you?
On to the controversy. Ok, so what he said was rude, out of left field and not very funny. Let's all face it, before we all ran to put him up on the stake, we've heard worse, much worse from both black and white broadcasters. Why pick Imus out for flagellation when you have Opie and Anthony, Howard Stern, Miss Jones in the morning (Hott 97 nyc) and other radio DJs who feel the only way they can get ratings is to say something shocking (i.e. moronic) to get folks attention. I remember when one station played some parody record mocking the tsunami victims. Another station played sounds effects of a child being kicked and beaten during a news story about a child who was beaten to death by his parents. Neither incident was a blip on the screen.
What happened to free speech? In a country where the Ku Klux Klan is allowed to march and exercise their right to free speech, who cares about some old man radio DJ saying nappy heade hos? Why are hip hop artists, the Klan, heavy metal artists and the like given freedom of expression and Imus isn't? Perhaps if he had sung the words, he could have been sheided behind the wall of creative expression.
Either way, the uproar of what one old over the hill radio jock said was truly ridiculous. There are so many other outrages in our society that should be addressed with such fervor that are being ignored. Let's direct our energy toward these issues rather that three stupid words from some AM disc jockey.
On to the controversy. Ok, so what he said was rude, out of left field and not very funny. Let's all face it, before we all ran to put him up on the stake, we've heard worse, much worse from both black and white broadcasters. Why pick Imus out for flagellation when you have Opie and Anthony, Howard Stern, Miss Jones in the morning (Hott 97 nyc) and other radio DJs who feel the only way they can get ratings is to say something shocking (i.e. moronic) to get folks attention. I remember when one station played some parody record mocking the tsunami victims. Another station played sounds effects of a child being kicked and beaten during a news story about a child who was beaten to death by his parents. Neither incident was a blip on the screen.
What happened to free speech? In a country where the Ku Klux Klan is allowed to march and exercise their right to free speech, who cares about some old man radio DJ saying nappy heade hos? Why are hip hop artists, the Klan, heavy metal artists and the like given freedom of expression and Imus isn't? Perhaps if he had sung the words, he could have been sheided behind the wall of creative expression.
Either way, the uproar of what one old over the hill radio jock said was truly ridiculous. There are so many other outrages in our society that should be addressed with such fervor that are being ignored. Let's direct our energy toward these issues rather that three stupid words from some AM disc jockey.
Monday, April 23
Well, well
I can't beleive that I forgot about this blog. I suppose finishing graduate school (yay, me!), starting an at-home business and taking care of three children and a husband and a dog certainly makes time fly.
On a somber note, my companion of the last ten years, Sheba, my rottie shep mix passed away on April 15th. She was a great dog, had great personality and will be sorely missed. I can't beleive I knew her before I even knew my husband. I am glad though that she was able to die at home and not given the lethal injection, although she was a bit difficult to move, being as that she weighed 130 pounds. However, my husband did a wonderful job of transporting her gently to the vet to be cremated. No, I didn't keep the ashes - I could just imagine me coming from the basement or wherever and seeing the children with the over turned urn running their trucks and cars through the ashes. Yikes!
My oldest started nursery school recently and it was much more of a shock to me than to him. I couldn't beleive that I was dropping off my little one, who I distinctly remember changing diapers and feeding baby food, at school to be in the care of someone else for two hours, twice a week. He, of course, went into the room and didn't even look back. I bet he was simply sick of being home with us!!!
Well, it's time for the dinner bell.
On a somber note, my companion of the last ten years, Sheba, my rottie shep mix passed away on April 15th. She was a great dog, had great personality and will be sorely missed. I can't beleive I knew her before I even knew my husband. I am glad though that she was able to die at home and not given the lethal injection, although she was a bit difficult to move, being as that she weighed 130 pounds. However, my husband did a wonderful job of transporting her gently to the vet to be cremated. No, I didn't keep the ashes - I could just imagine me coming from the basement or wherever and seeing the children with the over turned urn running their trucks and cars through the ashes. Yikes!
My oldest started nursery school recently and it was much more of a shock to me than to him. I couldn't beleive that I was dropping off my little one, who I distinctly remember changing diapers and feeding baby food, at school to be in the care of someone else for two hours, twice a week. He, of course, went into the room and didn't even look back. I bet he was simply sick of being home with us!!!
Well, it's time for the dinner bell.
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