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Michelle Duggar Pregnant Again/Carrie Prejean Sues Miss California Pageant

I’m making this a twofer. Call it an homage to Snarkywood. “Celebrities I wish would just go away already.”

Let’s start with Michelle Duggar. Today, the Duggars announced the impending arrival of their 19th child. I have not the words to tell you just how selfish I find this type of behavior. First: My god, woman! A vagina is not a clown car! Second: how can one possibly expect to care for children you already have if one is constantly having new children? Kids need you to be a mom. Being a mom means more than simply popping out a fresh human every ten months or so. Kids need guidance and love and attention and above all, a mom who doesn’t have such a short attention span that she hands one baby off to her daughters to care for while she gets ready for the next. After a certain number, multiple births stand a real chance of killing a woman. Is reproducing so important to you that you’re willing to die to do it, leaving your children orphans?

Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for motherhood. I love my children desperately. I do not for a second question my impact on their lives. In fact, I know that impact is so deep, that I would question sending that kind of message to them.  Is that what you should be telling your daughters? Have babies, that’s all you’re ever meant to do? I know my girls well enough to know they have real plans for their lives. While children probably enter into those plans, they should never be shamed into giving up their dreams because someone tells them their ‘biological  (or religious) purpose’ is children.

And speaking of religious idiots: Carrie Prejean is back in the news. The former Miss California is seeking damages for “religious discrimination, slander, libel, public disclosure of private facts, intentional infliction of emotional distress and negligent infliction of emotional distress.”

Give. Me. A break. The woman posed topless then lied about it on her pageant application, bilked the pageant itself for several thousand dollars to pay for her implants, generally acted like a prima donna about the entire damn gay marriage issue (own it, Carrie, you made a WAY bigger deal out of it than Perez ever dreamed) and then flat out refused to make good on her public appearance obligations. Know what this lawsuit is? Nothing more than the dying gasp of a famous for being famous celebrity that recognizes the end of her fifteen minutes.

Michael Jackson Was Not a Hero.

Friends, netizens, countrymen….lend me your ears.

I come to bury Michael Jackson, not to praise him. Only the good the man has done lives after him; the evil is being interred with his bones. O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts,  and men have lost their reason.

After several days of listening to wailing and moaning about our loss, I have begun to wonder why we refuse to acknowledge that our entertainers are human beings and as such….not the most wonderful beings on the planet. We are so enamored of our celebrities that we project the kind of personalities and attributes on them that we wish them to have instead of seeing them for who they were. At what point does art become so important that we are willing to sell our morality and look the other way? Nowhere is this more true than in the case of Michael Jackson.

There are those who espouse the position that his childhood is to blame for the darkness in his life. Doubtless the allegations against his father, Joe Jackson, do not paint the most flattering of pictures. It has been asserted that the man stood over the rehearsals of his sons with his belt wrapped around one fist. That he beat Michael more than any of the others combined. That he treated his children less as a father and more as an investor. But at what point does that cease to be an influence over one’s life? Is it not true that Michael has been estranged from his father  most of his adult life? Would it not be reasonable to expect that he would seek help to make sure he was not such a father to his own children?

There are those who insist that we should remember the good he has done in the world and forget the bad. Why? Why should we not learn from the serious mistakes the man made? Because he made us dance with him? Because we liked the tune? Is charm truly so much more important than the harm inflicted? Even if that charming person was rich and famous?

Still others insist that they don’t look into the personal lives of the artists they admire, and it is these people that infuriate me the most. No deed is too heinous, no life so shattered, no injury so grievous that they can be bothered to look at it, should it concern someone who gives them four minutes of happiness on the radio or a couple hours on the movie screen. “Oh, yes, that Mel Gibson is a racist drunken lunatic with no regard for anyone’s safety, but did you see POTC?!” Michael Jackson was accused of molesting several young boys. Only two cases got close to court. He fed a young girl sedatives and antihistamines to keep her asleep while he molested her brothers. He had cameras and alarms in the hallway outside his bedroom. Child after child came forward in the first court case to testify. He out and out ADMITTED in an interview to inviting young boys into his bed:

Pop superstar Michael Jackson admitted last night in a television documentary that he loves to have young boys sleep in his bed.

What’s more, everyone should do it, says the 44-year-old Jackson, who was accused of sexually molesting a 13-year-old boy a decade ago, and who admits recently encouraging a 12-year-old cancer sufferer to sleep in his bedroom.

“It’s what the whole world should do,” Jackson told interviewer Martin Bashir on the Granada television program, “Living With Michael Jackson,” according to a London Times account. Granada is one of the largest independent television companies in the United Kingdom…

According to Jackson, not only do children like to be touched, but the superstar told Bashir he would kill himself if he could not be close to young boys.

Yet there are those who still refuse to acknowledge even the possibility that Jackson molested those boys. Enough. Enough of the adulation and the canonization of this man. He ruined young lives. Enough of the waving away of criticisms with cries of ‘racism.’ It is an injustice to those who fight racism on a daily basis to even liken it to racism. Imagine those young boys, now young men. Finally, their nightmare is over…except for those who insist that the man that molested them is a god, not a monster. It is time we stopped treating our celebrities like deities and started treating them like people.

The AFA Blackmails Pepsi

The mob has a lovely little setup they call “protection.” The federal government calls it “racketeering,” and has laws against it.  The American Family Association, headed up by Donald Wildmon learned a lot from La Cosa Nostra; specifically racketeering and strong arm tactics.

Their most recent “project” is an attempt to boycott PepsiCo because Pepsi had the audacity to dare to donate $1M to the Human Rights Campaign and PFLAG. It’s very obvious from the AFA’s Boycott Pepsi website they were truly loath to do this. They “asked Pepsi to remain neutral in the culture war, but the company refused — choosing to support the homosexual activists.” The BASTARDS! Of course, when AFA said neutral, what they really meant was “side with us,” but that’s just semantics.

Even worse, according to AFA: “Pepsi has made no effort to hide their support for the homosexual agenda!” Can you imagine the nerve? Instead of being ashamed of treating those in the LGBT community like people, Pepsi is actually PROUD of their actions! Well. Obviously, AFA took immediate action, setting up a website  to boycott Pepsi products. They’ve even got links to contact Pepsi distributorships and letters to and from Pepsi, which essentially read like a bad gangster movie.

Recently we noticed that PepsiCo gave a $500,000 donation to Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays.  We were indeed surprised by PepsiCo’s support of the homosexual group.  It would appear to us that PepsiCo would not involve itself in a political and culture war, especially supporting an organization seeking to redefine marriage and family.

We ask PepsiCo to remain neutral in this culture war, neither supporting nor opposing the homosexual agenda.

We would like to discuss this matter with PepsiCo.  Would you have a representative of PepsiCo contact us?

In other words: “Gee, Pepsi. This is a nice little place you got here. Be a real shame if someone were to torch it.”

Pepsi’s response was intelligent, honest and, IMO, brilliant:

’m responding to your letter to our Chairman. In 2008, the PepsiCo Foundation awarded a grant to Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays to support a national program specifically designed for workplace environments.

The initiative seeks to promote further understanding and equality in the places where people spend much of their time at work.

Among the values promoted by the PepsiCo Foundation is ensuring a work environment that is respectful and where associates are valued for their contributions.  I hope this helps  clarify this grant by the PepsiCo Foundation.

Honestly? Aside from Cherry Pepsi (for which I am an absolute fiend), I’m not much for junk food. But today? I’m tempted to go to the store and buy as many Pepsi products as I can fit in my budget.

Quis Custodiet Ipsos Custodes? Sadly, Me.

So the SO and I decided to head over to Plano last weekend to catch Watchmen. His summation? “The movie jumped the shark when they did the slow backward pan from Dr. Manhattan’s asscrack.” I thought it happened a lot sooner than that.

Watchmen did not manage to carry off the dark, gleeful chaos that the Coen Brothers elicited from V for Vendetta or even the surreal alternate universe feel Wimmer created with Ultraviolet. What Zack Snyder presented was, instead, a disjointed, overburdened attempt at wrapping up three plotlines in three hours; a feat not easily accomplished and one that has been the undoing of other directors (I think Spiderman III more or less makes that argument for me). Had he stuck with the core plot, any of those three components may well have succeeded.

I had fairly high hopes during the first half; the buildup of backstory was well presented and the suspense was introduced early. At about the 90 minute mark it started to flounder. One was left with a feeling that the movie was like a Seinfeld episode; not really about anything. The twist on saving humanity from itself was heavy handed and so campy it floundered under its own weight. The only thing that broke the tedium was the sex scenes, and even they couldn’t stop themselves from descending into camp. The whole slamming down of the hand on the “fire” button…wow. I would like to be able to say I enjoyed some other part of the second half of the film, but to be honest, I fell asleep right about the time Silk  Specter the younger went off to Mars with Dr. Manhattan. I haven’t fallen asleep at a movie since Gattaca, and it’s the first time I’ve considered walking out of one since The Saint. 

On a meta level, it was amusing to see this, the conservative whine about whiney liberals and how kindness kills a society all reduced to easy black and white lines, replete right down to the refrain “Won’t someone think of the chilllllldrennnn?!” and the insistence that we are creating our own destruction by “coddling criminals” and the “immoral behavior of whores.”  It’s a conservative wet dream. “Look what you liberals did to us!”  It was almost enough to keep me awake (because I really wanted to laugh at it) but the soporific effect of  Billy Crudup & Matthew Goode’s voices and the absence of direction were impossible to fight.

I am still mystified by the fanboi reaction. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t expecting cinematic masterpeice. All I expected was to be entertained for a few hours, but apparently you can’t make that happen even with a decent story and $100M. If nothing else, it has convinced me that  Zack Snyder is simply incapable of directing a movie I’m interested in watching.

Sarah Palin is the New Paris Hilton.

I wish I was joking. The very last thing our country needs right now is another famous for being famous cult of personality that’s as vapid and clueless as Sarah Hilt..er, Palin, but the fact of the matter is the woman simply. Will not. Go. Away.

When I woke up on Wednesday, November 5th, I rather foolishly comforted myself with the naive thought that it was all over and Caribou Barbie would sink back into the obscurity from whence she came. Okay, there’s no need to look at me like that, I see I was being stupid. Clearly, national attention is like heroin to the woman; why else would she have started her own PAC less than a week after Obama took office? Or announce that she’ll be having dinner with the President? Or, FSM save us all, write a book? The last one is so deliciously ironic the jokes just write themselves. “I thought she only read magazines and newspapers.” “A book? Will it have a soft cover and cardboard pages?” My biggest concern is that no matter who they get to ghost it, it’s going to be so obviously doctored, there’s simply no WAY anyone will fall for the fiction that it’s in her own words. How can it be? I mean, you could probably get a FEW pages out of soundbites, but eventually you have to develop plot and characters, no? And the syllables! The poor tortured syllables! It ain’t right to do that to unsuspecting words.

I was SO angry when John McCain compared Obama to Paris Hilton. I thought unleashing that human STD back on an unsuspecting populace was one of the worst things he could do during his campaign. Ohhh, but that was before Sarah Palin. Infecting us with Paris as opposed to infecting us with Sarah? Sadly, there is no Vancomycin for television.

Madonna: What to Get the Woman Who Has Everything?

Why not a child from a third world country?  Latest dish is that Madonna and her man of the month Alex Rodriguez will be flying to Malawi to adopt a 4 year old girl whose mother died after giving birth.

I’m torn. On the one hand, this child will likely receive advantages to which she never would have had access in Malawi…and that’s very good, indeed. Hopefully she’ll grow to be as much of a philanthropist as her future mum. On the other hand…it chills me no end that this woman treats children like fashion accessories. New man? Need a new kid… Angelina Jolie adopted another one? Better snag a cuter one fast. World tour? Round it off with an adoption and a photo op. And how much time does she spend with each of these kids? Does she actually do any, you know, MOTHERING? Or are they shuffled off to nannies while she jets around the world?

Am I angry? Well…maybe. I take my role as mom very seriously. I spend time going to band practices, recitals, helping with projects and homework, taking the kids to movies and museums…and of course dinner every night…all because I know damn well that this is temporary, this motherhood thing..that they’re going to leave soon enough and each second I get with them is important. So, yes. To see someone like Madonna so flippantly adopting here and there as if it’s nothing more than a trip to the mall gets on my mom nerve. It’s great that she wants to make a difference in the life of a child, and for that I applaud her. But I still question just how altruistic her motives really are, and who will really be raising that little girl.

Catherine Zeta-Jones=Dr. Who?

From this story in The Guardian.

First, let it be said that I am a loyal, even frothing, Whovian. I was more than slightly miffed to learn that Christopher Eccleston, quite possibly the sexiest Dr. Who ever, was being replaced by that guy who played Barty Crouch Jr in the Harry Potter movie. Okay, yes, I was proven wrong and all was well. Better than well, in fact, as David Tennant freakin’ ROCKS as the Doctor, and is now close to surpassing my all-time favorite Tom Baker for best Doctor.

Sound like a fan-girl? Yeah, I prolly do. I am devastated that the incredibly talented Mr. Tennant is leaving the show. He brought a depth and scope to the character that renewed the interest of me and countless other fans who had written the show off as long dead. Plus the writing was actually GOOD this time! *sigh*…. such is life. We are inexorably doomed to a rotating door; such is the nature of the Doctor himself.

But….Catherine Zeta-Jones? Really? Don’t get me wrong, I like the woman. Good actress, amazing dancer, just…well…THE Doctor? Meh.

The new head writer, Steven Moffatt, will be choosing the next Doctor. I am confident he’ll find the right person for the job. The episodes he’s written have really shone, especially Blink (he also created and wrote Coupling, another of my favorite Brit series). Choose wisely, Steven. The trust of us loony Whovians rests in your hands. 😉