Imitations on Politics, Power and Fat Women
So I am starting today's entry with no real plan in mind. Sounds awful doesn't it? Hey, at least I'm not starting a whole war with no plan in mind (SMACK!). Yes, you guessed it. I watched the debate last night. Yeah, I guess it was ok. I mean, if you drink everytime they say "War on Terror" you can be feeling right nice by the time the thing is over. Plus it's a good way of getting into the mind of an evil warlord/corporate CEO. Oh well. Ok, it wasn't that great. I regret spending my Tuesday night doing it. But it did give me something interesting to discuss (see, I just thought of a point. Happy now?).
John Edwards has a fat wife. Seriously. Did you see her? I mean, she's chunky. And he looks like a Ken doll. Seriously. I mean, he's a kind of golden boy, with this sweet accent (I want to commend this guy for using the sound "aye" as it is the only true way to say I), he's a politician, yada, yada, yada. And he's going to be VP. So he's powerful. But he has this fat wife. Which leads me to look at Matt and say, somewhat drunkenly, "I don't know if I trust him. I mean, you know he's got mistresses. Plural." Matt asks how I arrive at this stunning thought. I say, "Well, you can't be a Ken doll look-a-like, live in Washington part of the time, be powerful and rich and such, and not have a mistress. Especially if you have a fat wife." Matt sort of halfway agrees, which does not bode well for our great heroine if you really think about it, and we continue to watch CNN's breathtaking coverage. And the whole time I'm thinking that yes, this is disturbing. Really disturbing. Just the thought that you have to be skinny and cute forever or your husband will have a mistress, and it's just, you know, accepted, is disturbing. I mean, I'm sure power figures in Mr. Mattel's case, but still, men do it all the time. Powerful or not. And this is frightening. Even beyond politics, there's the strange and mysterious case of my professor, mentioned in a previous post, who cheated on his wife with a student. And I've seen the wife. She's pretty (not fat), smart (Ph.d) and such. So what went wrong?
I guess it all goes back to this chaotic world that I have been talking about lately. You can't control what's going to happen. I mean, you could go on all the diets in the world, but he still might cheat on you. And he might not. You never know. You have no real control. It's just like a war. You can plan all of this crazy shit like "shock and awe" and such, and then these insurgents spring up and your whole plan has gone to pot. Life and war (or War and Peace if you are so inclined) are actually so similar to each other. Frightening, huh?
This is kind of disturbing, so I am going to shut up, and list the frivolous, crazy things that I am currently obsessed with for two reasons: 1) I like lists, 2) You need to know in case you want to have a discussion with me that does not have something to do with the world "chaos".
1. Jelly Belly's. Still. Ours is a lasting love.
2. Robert Johnson and other "bluesmen". Just the thought that someone would sell their soul to play guitar tickles me.
3. Law and Order, the new season. Need I say more? Two hours tonight. Don't call me.
4. My marinara sauce. I am trying to perfect my recipe. My kitchen is now dotted with orange. It's all very mod.
5. The song "Under Pressure" with David Bowie and Freddie Mercury. I listen to it just for those few seconds at the beginning when I say "What the hell? Who put Vanilla Ice in my changer? Bastards!". Then I say, "Oh well," when I realize what it is, and smile at my ignorance. Seriously. I do it everytime.
On that note, I will retire. Have a wondrous day, my gentle readers. And don't eat too much. Oh, and somebody find out. Maybe that's not his wife. Is it a sister? Could be. Could be. Oh, and you know when I said "don't eat too much." Fuck that. Let him cheat. There are cream puffs in the world. You'll survive.
John Edwards has a fat wife. Seriously. Did you see her? I mean, she's chunky. And he looks like a Ken doll. Seriously. I mean, he's a kind of golden boy, with this sweet accent (I want to commend this guy for using the sound "aye" as it is the only true way to say I), he's a politician, yada, yada, yada. And he's going to be VP. So he's powerful. But he has this fat wife. Which leads me to look at Matt and say, somewhat drunkenly, "I don't know if I trust him. I mean, you know he's got mistresses. Plural." Matt asks how I arrive at this stunning thought. I say, "Well, you can't be a Ken doll look-a-like, live in Washington part of the time, be powerful and rich and such, and not have a mistress. Especially if you have a fat wife." Matt sort of halfway agrees, which does not bode well for our great heroine if you really think about it, and we continue to watch CNN's breathtaking coverage. And the whole time I'm thinking that yes, this is disturbing. Really disturbing. Just the thought that you have to be skinny and cute forever or your husband will have a mistress, and it's just, you know, accepted, is disturbing. I mean, I'm sure power figures in Mr. Mattel's case, but still, men do it all the time. Powerful or not. And this is frightening. Even beyond politics, there's the strange and mysterious case of my professor, mentioned in a previous post, who cheated on his wife with a student. And I've seen the wife. She's pretty (not fat), smart (Ph.d) and such. So what went wrong?
I guess it all goes back to this chaotic world that I have been talking about lately. You can't control what's going to happen. I mean, you could go on all the diets in the world, but he still might cheat on you. And he might not. You never know. You have no real control. It's just like a war. You can plan all of this crazy shit like "shock and awe" and such, and then these insurgents spring up and your whole plan has gone to pot. Life and war (or War and Peace if you are so inclined) are actually so similar to each other. Frightening, huh?
This is kind of disturbing, so I am going to shut up, and list the frivolous, crazy things that I am currently obsessed with for two reasons: 1) I like lists, 2) You need to know in case you want to have a discussion with me that does not have something to do with the world "chaos".
1. Jelly Belly's. Still. Ours is a lasting love.
2. Robert Johnson and other "bluesmen". Just the thought that someone would sell their soul to play guitar tickles me.
3. Law and Order, the new season. Need I say more? Two hours tonight. Don't call me.
4. My marinara sauce. I am trying to perfect my recipe. My kitchen is now dotted with orange. It's all very mod.
5. The song "Under Pressure" with David Bowie and Freddie Mercury. I listen to it just for those few seconds at the beginning when I say "What the hell? Who put Vanilla Ice in my changer? Bastards!". Then I say, "Oh well," when I realize what it is, and smile at my ignorance. Seriously. I do it everytime.
On that note, I will retire. Have a wondrous day, my gentle readers. And don't eat too much. Oh, and somebody find out. Maybe that's not his wife. Is it a sister? Could be. Could be. Oh, and you know when I said "don't eat too much." Fuck that. Let him cheat. There are cream puffs in the world. You'll survive.
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