Put away the .
They are out of season now, anyway. (Did you notice I punctuated right after the photograph?)
Though it’s almost time for , it isn’t quite yet. Leaves are still green, the weather is… in crisis, and besides the turning of the seasons — later this week — we’re in the angry season of a presidential campaign (as well as other hugely important senate races) that threaten our psychic well-being. (And I don’t mean psychic as in ; I’m referring to what the Oxford Dictionary calls (relating to the soul or mind:
he dulled his psychic pain with gin.)
(I’m over my cut’n’paste-athon. I promise.)
Life has been funny all around. Here are a few things on my mind.
- One day one candidate is up; the next he’s a disaster. I believe for the first time in my sentient, voting life that when voters say they’re undecided, they mean it. (I always thought that was an excuse to not divulge one’s preference, but this year is filled with unexcited voters who aren’t ready to commit.)
- Too much vagina talk. I suppose it was exciting (for some) to hear the word used (and used) on network tv last year. But now that this particular body part even has its own biography, it’s vagina this and vagina that. I believe the shock of the word is over, and even its low rent sister, vajayjay — has been overused.
- It’s fun to meet old friends and make occasional new ones on Facebook, but reading Facebook can be detrimental to one’s mental health. I’ve learned the hard way. I post too much (including posts which will herald this blog) but mostly I do it because I think I should post something. I suppose posting on FB gives me something to regret, and I always need to second-guess myself.
- Either every single woman in the metropolitan area of New York is wearing Christian Louboutin shoes, or many women are secretly painting the bottoms of their shoes with red paint. Either way — look at what we value. On the Nieman Marcus website, prices for his shoes begin at $550, for a pair of simple ballet flats, and rise to $6395 for a crystal-encrusted platform pump which no real lady will ever wear. Congratulations to Monsieur Louboutin for winning his court case, which proves his red soles are his legal trademark. (Ça suffit, Yves St. Laurent.)
- Kardashians, the Today Show, and the Kardashians on the Today Show. I’m not the first and I won’t be the last to pick on the poor Kardashian-Jenners and cite them as proof that our world is messed up/going to hell/messed up and going to hell in a red-soled crystal-encrusted platform pump. They do make me angry when they refer to themselves as hard-working business women. It does offend me that even the media outlets that claim the Kardashians are a symptom of our national malaise give them ink or air. Look at me — I’m doing it too. But when I think of hard working people, I do not consider a family that has to wake up unpleasantly early to get their daily hair & makeup fix in order to allow cameras film them shopping or posing to be work of any importance. Disagree with me. Feel free. Defend that tribe. And when the Today Show decides that the coup of having Kris (the mother) discuss her breast implants at 8:46 am, on September 11th — at precisely the time of our first observed moment of silence, I wonder if that producer still has her job.
p.s. If you stayed with me till now I’m very grateful. And I already feel better.