Time for some train-wreck O� thought:
My politics in a nutshell?
*Allow me to do as I damned-well-please�unless I inflict myself on your right to do the same."
Now, this socially-liberal person periodically looks askance at others who want to censor�or wish to politically correct anyone.
All my �Asian Friends� called themselves Oriental until about ten years ago when they were told that it wasn�t PC anymore. Shit. Call my white-bread-looking-ass Occidental and see if I actually give a shit. The only moment where that would become bothersome is if the label gets accompanied by an action like putting my ass in a detention center for all the Occidentals. Then--I suspect I'd be a seriously miffed mutha'.
Label me at will.
Conservative folks decry the sex-industry in various ways�and I again figure free-market will out (and clearly has with the VCR/Internet/DVD, and probably will kick-start the hell out of HDTV if they can figure out how not to show too many unsightly rashes�)
'Sex sells' is the understatement of the frigging past few millennium�it is a sad/wonderful genetic freaking imperative. The human animal wants to get laid, folks. Don�t we all. Often right now. Actually right now would be fun minus the whole being a dad thing that I am stealing five minutes from.
�.Yikes. Wrong turn at Albuquerque.
Back to sex sells. Deal with it.
Now all this misc. blather had a point.
The Washington Post (there is an age and zip thing you need to fill out to read it) had a piece two days ago entitled 'Way Too Much Fantasy With That Dream House.' Excuse my lack of html experience: [http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A20520-2002Dec21.html]
For those who don�t wanna read it�here�s the PR: "Barbie exudes a flirtatious attitude in her heavenly merry widow bustier ensemble accented with intricate lace and matching peekaboo peignoir."
My first thought was a shudder� and a Phyllis Schlafly-esque parental-response (which I believe is the first actual time I have invoked that crazed bitch�s name in regard to anything I thought� were it not for the kid, I�d be looking for a speeding train and a nice place on the tracks to wait for the damned thing.) My immediate brain-flash was along the lines of �shit! Parents are dressing their little gurlies in little ho� uniforms. Now they are dressing Barbie for the Pimp-N'-Ho' Ball. Bad Parents. Bad Marketing. Bad America.�
And then sanity quickly returned, and I thought, "This is hilarious. Bimbo Barbie? Barbie has always been a fucking bimbo-lollipop-head with teats that defy the laws of gravity--what�s new? The clothing? Ah... Who cares (and besides, I have geek friends that would want one.)"
Thus my dilemma:
Does parenting turn one into an ass-swipe no matter how generally solid your existing principle-base is? Huh? Does it?
I hope not.
But part of me does hope that Mattel gets a boon from Unequivocal�s Soul Drive. [http://unequivocal.diaryland.com/souldrive.html]
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