I’m freaking exhausted. (Cue maniacal laughter)
Sometimes it's cute, sometimes it's nerdy, sometimes I just go off on mentally ill tangents for no real reason.
I’m freaking exhausted. (Cue maniacal laughter)
Last Wednesday I finally went into labor. Due to a sudden and unexpected spike in my blood pressure, I had to have a cesarean delivery. It was freaking weird. My sister had had one six years ago, and it was a bad experience for her. So naturally I was anxious about the whole thing. But all went well…until they took my son to the NICU two days later because of some wonky blood work. They were concerned that he had spinal meningitis. I’m happy to say he came home Sunday with a clean bill of health.
This Thanksgiving I’d say it’s obvious what I’m thankful for.
I don’t really care about Miley Cyrus. There’s this whole generation gap, I didn’t grow up watching her t.v. show, her music doesn’t appeal to me because, frankly, there’s just not enough gothy-Scandinavian-metal involved. She’s a pop singer. She’s a kid.
So, naturally, I get really bored hearing about her. And God knows, I live in L.A., so celebrity gossip constitutes real news right there along with the police shootings, drive-bys, terrorist attacks on the airport, and our inept government. But, she seemed to start fading into the background a little—especially if I avoid FOX news. But I was watching FOX yesterday, for reasons I don’t fully fathom. I made the mistake of watching the Bethany show. I don’t care for Bethany Frankel, for reasons that would take up another post, but the point was that Bethany wanted to pick a fight with freaking Babyface about Miley Cyrus’s “obligation” to be a role model to children. And it actually irritated me enough to spawn the following rant.
First of all, right off the bat, I’d like to call “bullshit.” Unless she were pulling her half naked, pot smoking crap while trying to maintain her previous persona of “Hannah Montana” she is under no obligation to babysit or coddle anyone’s crotch-spawn. Why do so many people expect performers, artists, and others of their ilk to alter their work to cater to an audience or demographic that they are not trying to reach to begin with. Frankly, Samuel L. Jackson makes a very good point.
Miley Cyrus is a grown up. Sort of. I guess. She’s 20. Close enough. The point is, her target audience isn’t the 12 year old set anymore. Do you remember being 20? You thought you knew everything. You not only thought you were the master of your own destiny, but of the entire freaking universe. And Miley Cyrus has the bank roll to make her a little right. She’s a child who never had a childhood, grown into a legal adult who wants to experience the world and push its boundries because that’s how we figure out how grown-ups are supposed to behave and interact with the world around us. Is she doing a shitty job? I dunno. I don’t know the girl. I don’t think I’d want to; she seems a little irritating. I’m a crotchety old woman in a 32 year old’s body, and I despise youth. I’m ok with admitting that. But is she a bad influence? No. Actually, hell no. You know who’s responsible for fucking up kids and their image of women and sexuality? Their idiot parents. It’s not Miley’s job to decide which channel you switch the idiot box…I mean babysitter…I mean television to when you decide you can’t be bothered to interact with your own crotch-goblins.
Don’t get me wrong. I will mock her til the end of days, or until she goes the fuck away. I mock everything and everyone. There are no sacred cows. But is she the new face of feminism? God no. Is she single-handedly backsliding women’s rights right back into the stoneage? No, of course not. Is it up to us as individuals to decide what our sexuality, feminity, and in which direction our moral compasses are pointed? YES. Is it up to me, as a parent (or soon to be parent, as the case may be) to make decisions about what I consider appropriate material for my kid to take in? YES. Will my son eventually view or listen to entertainment that I might not approve of? Again, yes. But Miley Cyrus didn’t make him do it. She is under no obligation to live her life, or do whatever the fuck it is she does, according to how I live mine. She is certainly under no obligation to justify her life to freaking Bethany Frankel.
I find I’m sort of rethinking this whole wedding thing. Not the marriage part. The ceremony and celebration with friends and family part. Like, why can’t we get married and then just eat Mexican food and watch horror movies and Doctor Who at a nice hotel? I really don’t want to dress up and socialize. I want to lay around nekkid, eating nachos and watching Firefly.
I don’t see how making a big spectacle benefits anyone.
There comes a point where you have to admit that you are not okay. Things are not okay. You cannot handle shit, so someone has to help you. If you let it get any worse, there will be no helping yourself, and the whole situation will get out of hand and be more traumatizing than anything should ever be.
It hasn’t gotten worse, but I know it’s not okay. So I’m just going to nip this in the bud, if you will, and someone will help me, and hopefully things will be okay again.
No worries. Things will be alright. I might not have a handle on things—yet—but this isn’t something new, and I’ve always been a Self-Rescuing-Princess. Who, sometimes, needs a 1UP mushroom and maybe a Fire Flower or maybe Yoshi could show up and carry me around a little.
Yoshi makes everything better.
take a shot whenever somebody says ‘brother’
Take a shot every time someone says Fullmetal
Take a shot every time a comment is made about Ed’s height
Take a shot every time Ed freaks out about a perceived insult about his height when none was made.