I confess that I am not much of a sports fan, with the exception of the Red Sox of course. But I still know enough to know who Stuart Scott was and to appreciate what the man contributed to sportscasting.
I’ll tell you right up front as I start this that I’m as much of a fan of First Night here in Boston as I am of the 4th of July. Actually, it’s probably more accurate to say that I hate the crowds and accompanying stupidity for both just as much, but what the 4th stands for matters more to me. And, I’ve never been able to figure out why they call the celebration of the last night of the year First Night.
Anyway, New Year’s Eve here in Boston is celebrated with a giant city-wide party. You can buy a button that will get you into all kinds of things for free. There are concerts, ice sculptures, fireworks, skating, dancing, face painting, puppet shows, museums, all sorts of things. The list is almost endless and it is entirely impossible to do it all in one evening. This has been happening as long as I’ve been living here and, though it nearly went bankrupt and stopped happening a year or so ago, it is back with a vengeance now.
Enter politicians and police to screw it all up.
Regular readers will know that I use the Free section on Craigslist to amuse myself. As today is a sort of vacation day for me, I popped over there just now to see if there was anything funny worth tweeting. I found something absolutely totally and completely NOT worth tweeting. It was so awful, especially in light of all of the horrible racist atrocities happening in Ferguson, MO and elsewhere right now, that it merited its own blog post.
What could possibly be that bad you might ask? I’ll show you. Be prepared.
I’ve been in a couple of situations lately I’ve witnessed the racial equivalent of Mansplaining. That is, Whitesplaining. In short, it’s when a white person explains to a non-white person how they should react to the use of a particular racially loaded term or epithet. It also happens when a white person explains how non-white people should react to said to said terminology in an all white group. In short, “this should offend you/them more or less than that” or, “that shouldn’t offend you/them at all.”
No, our blog hasn’t been hijacked or hacked and this isn’t about some internet gambling site. This is about something that most people deal with every day and probably don’t even know it. I first ran into the idea in Childfree circles and discovered that it pretty much applies to everybody in one way or another.
It’s called Internet Bingo. There are many forms of this “game”. It happens online and offline and it certainly happens to all of us. Trolls do it to us, well- meaning friends and family do it to us, even strangers do it to us. You know what you get when you fill your Bingo card? Congratulations, you’ve just been “Bingoed”.
Ready for the tutorial?
For a whole lot of very good reasons in the last few years, it’s proved impossible to get it together to send out our annual 100+ Christmas cards. Between the time investment, which requires starting shortly after Thanksgiving, and the cost of the postage, we just haven’t been able to do it. So, we’re going digital again this year. Yep, this is your card.
I have to admit that the Texas Anti-Woman Law and the Zimmerman verdict coming within hours of one another made me really unhappy with humanity for a while. Then there was the announcement that The View was hiring Jenny McCarthy to fill its patented Obnoxious Vapid Contentious Blond Host seat.
That about did me in. How does somebody like her get paid $$$ to sit on TV and spew that dangerous crap when Geoff and I are working constantly, are far smarter and funnier, and we’re barely making ends meet?
Last week Teri and I found ourselves in the position of needing some things for the office. I made a shopping list and on Monday she did the ordering. Buying office supplies is one of the things I’ve never minded about the various administrative jobs I’ve had, it’s shopping with someone else’s money.
Anyway, who was more surprised than the two of us when we discovered that one of our usual vendors, the one that happened to have the best prices this time, was having a rather odd Gift With Purchase. A casserole dish.
The whole mess with Paula Deen has me thinking about a lot of people I knew when I lived in the South. Alabama, Tennessee, and Georgia were all places I spent a lot of time. And the more I think about it, the more I think the image problem the South has in regards to much of the rest of the country (and even the world, to some extent) is this:
The South (as a region) still hasn’t come to grips with slavery, even now, some 150 years after the Emancipation Proclamation. Collectively, the South thinks that it has, but really it hasn’t. I am saying this as someone who was born there and lived there for decades who also happens to be a specialist in the area of 19th century American history.
Is stupid contagious? I am starting to wonder.