Thursday, April 30, 2009

That's Racist!

Last week I mentioned that my husband and I inhabit two completely distinct internet worlds.

So it wasn't until last night that he introduced me to the Rochester NY news piece of Popeye's running of out chicken.

Timely, no. But I use any excuse to post this gif.

I really liked Wonder Showzen.

Dear Landlord & Listing Agent,

As someone who grew up in an owner occupied multi family building, my sympathies almost always go with the landlord. Not a corporate landlord or a slum lord but people who rent on good faith and get screwed. On several occasions my parents were left with empty, quasi damaged apartments with zero notice by folks in arrears.

I understand that you can't put a "clean apartment" mandate out on your tenants while trying to sell your building. But the least they can do is let potential buyers in. I was disdainful that the landlords didn't put the hammer down, this is a competitive market afterall. But as Jim pointed out, the rental market is equally so, and having tenants that possibly pay on time is worth something. I think this pretty much foreshadows the good cop/bad cop roles we'll take on in our lives as The Ropers.

As for the listing agent, your multi paged, super intense guide to viewing the units was helpful. I only caught a glimpse of it over my agent's shoulder, but I always appreciate a bullet point presentation. Others might think including the names of the tenants' cats constitutes as over kill, (George Michael. You ingenious, urbane pet owner! Paying homage to a pop icon and a brilliant but cancelled tv show. Your hipster cred is officially on blast!) I think such thoroughness is to be admired. Thanks for the color coded keys, there were so many of them.

The one not so teeny, tiny problem? NONE OF THEM MATCHED ONE OF THE UNITS. Combine this with the day sleeping, do not disturb tenant, and we left with 1/2 of the units unseen.

Parking on the Street

Is something that never comes up when you live in the suburbs. A few of the multi families that we've looked at in the city proper had garages and all had at *least* a parking pad.

Except for my favorite. It's yellow, which is a major plus for me and spacious, currently being used as a quadraplex. At $600,000 it's at the top of our budget even before we add in the cost to renovate the first floor into a single unit we could occupy.

Pros include the location. It's in what passes as a pedestrian friendly neighborhood, here in the poster city for suburban sprawl. We'd be a stone's throw away from restaurants, bars, eclectic shops, AND a newly built elementary school for the kiddos. Home to a popular arts festival, the neighborhood has become increasingly populated by families.

Despite it's conversion from a single family dwelling to a multi this property has retained a lot of details, character and charm. I sound like a listing agent but after seeing more of these butchered transformations than I can count, this is one I could see us living in with minimal effort.

Or at least that's what I think. But I can't put together little foam baskets, so my project site plans might be a little off.

And no renovation in the world is going to give us parking. The property is far away enough to avoid the human run off (both literal and figurative) that comes with living adjacent to a high traffic commercial zone but I can't imagine trying to find a space on that block after work or on the weekends.

This is actually how I grew up. Not near a hipster social scene (Brooklyn had very few of those in the 70's and 80's) but with out a driveway. One of my parents double parking, so we could unload groceries. Scouting the block on the dreaded alternate side of the street parking mornings to procure a spot on the right side. I didn't come out of the experience particularly scathed but my husband grew up in an area where 2 car garages are deemed inadequate, so I'm not sure if he's ready for that kind of life...

And we've just resumed our search so I'm sure there are plenty of other expensive, inadequate houses for me to fall in love with.

Monday, April 27, 2009


I devour gossip boards. Even the ones that essentially stalk the children of famous people. My husband has tried to shame me from this filthy habit, but I can't help myself.

And yet I feel such contempt for the people, presumably women, who post on these sites. How could you have been waiting on baited breath for Sara Michelle Geller to get pregnant? How much of an emotional investment are you making in your hope that Heidi Klum has another girl? Why are you obsessing over Carnie Wilson's choice of name?

Scratch that last one. I actually did obsess over what Halle Berry was naming her daughter. I read an initial rumor that it was my daughter's real name (not to be confused with the name I use for her here). The thought filled me with absolute dread. I am not interested in dressing my children in celebrity fashions, having nurseries inspired by the stars etc, so I definitely don't want to share names with Halle or anybody else. Even if it proves that I'm ahead of the curve.

I was massively relieved that it was close but by no means identical. But even though this tortured me, I would never share my anxiety out loud. This is after the fact, so it doesn't count.

I know, I know.

Pot meet Kettle.

Sports Talk

I knew this Jason Williams was retired.
Knew this Jason Williams was motivational speaking.
But I thought this Jayson Williams was in jail.

The US Fed Cup team managed a come from behind victory this weekend. I'll have to do some internet sleuthing as to the status of former Fed Cup captain Zina Garrison's wrongful dismissal suit.

And why do so many people feel that Roger Federer's long time girlfriend, now wife, is over joyed that he *finally* married her. Maybe Mirka was the holdout, last I checked none of us are privy to what goes on in their Dubai penthouse. Aside from the inherent sexism behind these claims, I also think that it's because of her body, rounder than your average tennis groupie prior to pregnancy. These same people are baffled as to what Pierce Brosnan sees in his wife

As for baseball and basketball, the less said the better.

Gender Bender

My four year old son spent some time yesterday in a purple leotard dressed as his alter ego Masheila. She's a teen ager and likes Hannah Montana. I've indoctrinated them well, since this passes for scandalous in our home. Masheila sightings have become increasingly rare and I know one day she'll disappear entirely. And like the last time I breastfed him, I won't know she's gone for good until well after the fact.

Thelonious loves his penis and is quick to tell any female who will listen that she wishes she had one. But he happily assigns various dolls and stuffed animals genders based on a whim. Janet becomes Jackson, Tyler morphs into Thomasina and so on. And I'm made to feel foolish because I can't tell a boy from a girl.

This type of imaginative play, with it's blurred gender lines and relative absence of sexist stereotypes is something that I take for granted. During an outing to Target I realized that not all children are encouraged to look at the world with this fluidity.

Super heroes are much beloved in our household, although most of the movies are off limits at this point. My son was catatonically staring at a Spiderman DVD (so close, yet so far. Poor kiddo!) when a chatty girl about his age declared "I can't watch that!" He turned to her with sympathetic, knowing eyes and said " I know it's only appropriate for big kids". He was confused and I was a little shocked when she replied that "It's only for boys. Like Batman and Superman, girls only watch princess movies! A long time ago I wanted Spiderman pajamas and my mommy said NO!"

It was in this same Target 4 years ago that I bought my then 2 year old daughter a pair of Bob the Builder pajamas. The sweet lady at the register asked if I had a son at home. When told that they were for the smocked dress, helicopter bow wearing toddler in the cart she was taken aback. Given her expression, you would have thought I was purchasing a jock strap for Mirette.

I decided not to push my feminist agenda on an unsupervised preschooler in the movie aisle of a big box store. But I did have a "teachable" moment in the car with the little person whose world view I am responsible for helping to mold. We both decided that much like spanking, deciding what kind of movies you like because you are a boy or a girl is something that other people might do but is not o k in our family.

Laying it on thick and regular is what raising a Lefty in the South is all about.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Movie Talk

Glen Kenny, of Some Came Running, one of my favorite film related web sites, gives a thoughtful review of Jim Jarmusch's The Limits of Control. I always appreciate commentary that is descriptive and informative without resorting to SPOILER ALERT insertions. Anything that evokes Point Blank is a must see for me. And if wikipedia is to be believed, the star Isaach de Bankole, is married to Cassandra Wilson, giving him major bonus points for good taste.

My first taste of Jarmusch came via Night on Earth. I was 17, heartbroken after my first real break up and determined to get the hell out of Brooklyn even if it was just for the afternoon. Off to the Angelika, for my first solo movie going experience. Unfortunately, I thought it was a disaster and avoided Jarmusch for many years after that.

Several years later Jim and his amazing movie collection (definitely alphabetized, in my love struck haze I remember Jarman next to Jarmusch but maybe I'm forgetting someone?) came into my life and Broken Flowers is one of my favorite movies of the past decade.

Want your House to be on the Market Forever?

1. Don't put up any for "For Sale" signage
2. Don't have a number on the house or make it nearly invisible...
3. With thickets of weeds, out of control grasses, and a variety of urban ephemera including, but not limited to, cigarette butts and condoms.

I've always thought most of the HGTV shows were useless but it's become apparent to me that lots of people lack common sense when it comes to selling their house.

During our first house hunt 7 years ago I was in the first tri mester of my first pregnancy, prone to sudden hunger attacks that resulted in Daytona 500 like pit stops at KFC. Envisioning a home birth was taxing enough, dealing with any kind of renovation project was out of the question. Aside from hiring a painting crew (the wall paper was one of those amoeba meets flower with a touch of paisley that older ladies seem to adore) we've done very little to our current home.

This time around there is much more to choose from and I'm not opposed to minor construction projects. And yes, I know that those are ominous words. But the point is I'm not looking for perfection this time around, just potential.

Though it would help if we can actually get into your "for sale" property. So many people have rusty ass locks, potential sellers: a little WD-40 goes a long way!

Stanley Crouch & Katt Williams

Both make me happy.

Crouch can be found on The Daily Beast and while I often disagree with him, I always find his point of view valuable.

Katt Williams was profiled by Kelefa Sanneh in the April 13th edition of The New Yorker (without the library I'd be completely magazine-less so I won't complain about being a little behind) . The profile isn't particularly illuminating for someone who peruses Rhymes with Snitch and the like but I'm going to go on the assumption that a great deal of The New Yorker's readership does not.

I know plenty of black folks who regard Williams as a shuckin' and jivin' smurf. But I find his comedy to be intelligent, nuanced and side splitting-ly funny. Things I find absent in the work of Tyler Perry.

House Hunting

I'm back in the real estate saddle.

But we've made a major decision regarding the kids and their educational future, which feels particularly weird because it will be months before we actually tell them. We'll be putting them in public school (the internet can't convey a tone, so let me be clear, there is no hand wringing and desperation following this declaration. I don't consider this a tragedy) .

The fantastic, progressive private school that my daughter attends has moved toward homogenous aged classes in the lower grades. In it's previous incarnation my son, with his November birthday, would have been placed in a 4/5 year old class room this coming fall. I applied him for admission believing this and because February featured a miscarriage and Jim being stricken with Bell's Palsy, I didn't fully vett the situation. So I found out of the change late in the game.

The multi aged classroom was one of the main draws to the school for our family. I was determined to make major sacrifices and pay top dollar to ensure that my boy was in an educational environment that best suited his needs. But I don't believe that he would thrive as the oldest in the classroom.

So we declined his spot (and kissed $75 away to boot) and enrolled him in a local Presbyterian preschool that Mirette attended as a 3 year old. I know we'll be awash in religious conversations as a result of this move but I'm really grateful for the over all pre K start that he'll get there. For a fraction of the cost.

Mirette was crushed to find out that they wouldn't be cruising the playground as a dynamic duo but I was able to soothe her by stating without a doubt they would be attending the same school as a kindergartner and second grader. I didn't add that it would be a new school. She cried over missing school on a snow day, so the idea of changing schools could precipitate a psychotic break.

This has changed our house search considerably. "Marginal" neighborhoods are out. I would love to reap the potential economic benefits of being in and up and coming neighborhood but I want an established school system with a large tax base and involved parents. I plan on being pregnant this time next year and I know that I'm not emotionally capable of breeding, rearing and participating in a fledgling charter school or trying to overhaul a chaotic public school. I'm well aware of what I'm capable of.

I've notified our realtor of our slight change in plans. We're still going the multi family property route which further narrows the possibilities. But we have a decent budget and time on our side so I'm hopeful that we'll find the perfect place at the perfect time.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Sports Talk

I know it makes me a poor excuse for a feminist but I've never gotten a full handle on the Harold Reynolds sexual harassment case (BTW, Good Amy, he grew up in your neck of the woods). He was hired, fired and re-instated but I'm not naive enough to believe that alone makes him either innocent or guilty.

Anyway, he believes that Johan Santana is pitching the best ball of his career and will give the Mets faithful a no-no.

I'm ardent enough about tennis that I will check in on the Fed Cup team and try to catch the action in Barcelona but for my husband today is all about the NFL draft.

I can name the front office of our football franchise, tell you exactly where our basketball coach goes wrong in any given game, in short I love my sports teams. But I have zero interest in the draft. Aside from fashion choices, how much their moms cry and if they bring a date. Get back to me in August after they've held out, signed and worked out. Then I'll get excited.

But this is as close to giddy as my laid back husband gets, so I'll pull the childcare cart today and tomorrow. With only minimal complaint!

The Craig's List Killer

In general I don't blog about things that I have only passing interest/knowledge of but what's a rule without an exception?

I don't understand why much of the focus in this case has turned to the internet and it's culpability in the death of Julissa Brisman. Granted, my sampling is very small but Kelly Ripa represents every American woman, right? She and Oprah were really shaken about how ripe with danger cyberspace is. Um, Oprah sexual sadists don't need a computer to gain access to prey, sometimes people hire them to educate children. And Jack the Ripper wasn't cruising message boards.

The escort business is inherently dangerous. The actual duties of the job come with perils but it's illegality forces it underground, where psycho paths can really flourish.

I've come across a couple of articles from mainstream sources discussing the continuation of the Craig's List "erotic" sections but none examining the pros and cons of the continuation of criminalizing prostitution (though I believe the woman was technically present to dance or massage her murderer) .

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Let's Define: unpretentious

If your definition also includes modest or without ostentatious display, imagine my surprise after viewing this Midwesterners' unpretentious life in Alpharetta.

Or is the AJC being subversive? Maybe the ship is sinking so fast over there all bets are off.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Thank You

Good Amy, for always reading and commenting.

And Daisy for linking me on Dead Air.

Tightening your Alligator Belt

Is so incredibly hard.

New York Magazine has outed the author.

Hopefully she will survive any ensuing walks of shame out of Bergdorf's.


A couple of weeks ago I came across M.Dot at Model Minority's take on Black Bird, a browser that makes it easier for African Americans to find relevant content/news/sites on the internet and to connect with like minded/complected folks.

Initially I thought that this sounded wholly unnecessary. My husband and I often joke about "what was on his internet today" because despite the fact that we share a computer, desk and chair, our on line "lives" rarely cross. After viewing yet another Beyonce "Single Ladies" spoof, I told him if I never saw another one it would be too soon. He had never heard the song before, much less been inundated by you tube video of such diverse populations as large ladies and pre pubescent Asian boys dancing along. And I'd be hard pressed to name any Arthur Lee songs or discuss what's going on with Frank Black.

But then I realized that my internet world has been fashioned thru a prism of privilege. I have the time, the access and the inclination to seek out the information I want. Everyone is not so fortunate. So if Blackbird helps them navigate and maintain a safe, informative space then so be it.

Mourning Children

I wonder how many hours Nancy Grace and Joan Velez Mitchell will be devoting to this child's death?

Is he your biological son?

Is never an appropriate question.

Never relevant.

Unless you are a doctor trying to determine his fate after I've been diagnosed with some deadly genetic condition, it's none of your fucking business.

Just because we're both black, with natural hair and you've got quirky glasses and I've got a funky purse, doesn't give you the right to know whom I've expelled from my womb.

After a terse yes, I turned my back and let Thelonious give her the stink eye the few stops that remained before we exited the train. (I'm the chatty type, so if I'm ignoring someone, my kids intuit something is amiss).

I understand the curiosity. But simple home training separates wanting to know and having to ask.

Of my two children, my son looks most like me. Same face, same 24-7 mega smile. But the color struck among us never get past his fair skin, fine hair or blue eyes. Ironically, we were on the way home from a fantastic puppet show during which an elderly white couple, there with their youngest grandchild, were very sweet to us. And at no point questioned the exact nature of the relationship between myself and my child. Say what you want about older white Southerners (these folks could have been hard core segregationists for all I know) but they understand the art of polite small talk.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Pop Culture & Home Birth

Two informative sites, Birth Activist & Adventures in [Crunchy] Parenthood brought my attention to a fantastic commercial for a European mattress company that features an actual home birth.

My Spanish is non existent, so while I'm relying on other people to translate the words, there is no denying how beautiful the images are. At least to someone like me. But I'm out of step with the masses, I'd rather watch a birth on my tv over dinner than one of those Hardees Ads. I think Padma Lakshmi's gorgeous, gluttony not so appetizing...

Republicans say the Darndest Things

First we have Sara Palin contemplating abortion. This coupled with the birth of her grandson being labeled as Bristol's "choice" underscores that for women of means and privilege there will always be options.

I've been meaning to spread the word about the documentary Not Yet Rain so this seems like the best segue I'll have today.

And Rudy Giuliani takes a stand against gay marriage. Despite telling the gay couple who gave him refuge during his messy second divorce that he would "marry them himself". But his newest stance is a ok by at least one of the partners in the afore mentioned couple, a self identified Republican.

I recently read David Rakoff's Don't Get too Comfortable and it includes an essay about Log Cabin Republicans. Sad and unsurprising but interesting all the same.

Books of the Week

Over my children's spring break, I spent a relaxing week in Florida visiting my in laws (yes I realize how fortunate I am that those two words, relaxing and in laws are not mutually exclusive) and got a chance to read a couple of books.

Veronica and Netherland both take place in NYC milieus that I have orbited but never fully inhabited. Veronica's NYC is the cocaine dusted (or doused) Manhattan of the 1980's. I really like Mary Gaitskill and the rhythm of the book appealed to me. I've often said that it was the luck of the draw that I was born in '74 and not '64. My travels over the bridge into Manhattan as a teen ager were underscored by a visceral fear of cocaine. Growing up in crack ravaged Brooklyn did have some benefits. As did coming of age during the AIDS epidemic. I know there are plenty in my generation for whom condoms have always been optional but given my sexual appetite and inclinations, latex free sex would have been tantamount to suicide...

My childhood was consumed by an intense longing to be anything but a child. I gorged myself on any information I could glean about life in "The City"(as the protagonist in Netherland points out a colloquialism much used by us outer borough types). My aunts were de facto big sisters and I watched my grandmother's Buick transport them from Queens to Manhattan the way other kids watched space shuttle launches. Veronica provided the adult me with fuller glimpses of lives I could only intuit as a child. Barreling down the West Side Highway in my father's car, covertly peering out of the window, eager and anxious to see things for which I had no names.

Netherland adroitly moves from Manhattan to Brooklyn to London with a finesse made possible by deft and nuanced writing. A great deal of the book takes place in Brooklyn, but in the world of Carribean immigrants with which I have only passing knowledge. It's "revitalization" a whisper from the future, the last thing on my agenda was exploring the county of Kings.

Two excellent books that were worth the hype when they were published.

I'm on to Cider House Rules. It's weird that I've never read it because I generally like Irving and did my undergrad in Maine.

I've also put a dent in Joyce Carol Oates' My Sister, My Love. It's redundant to say that a satire has a mean bite but because it's a thinly veiled take on The JonBenet Ramsey case it just feels wrong. Of course trying to take the moral high ground after signing up for a book based on a lurid and tragic set of events is hypocrisy at it's best. Especially as I have every intention of finishing it!

Hawks Love

My NBA play off fever is now official.

Last year it took a minute after two losses in Beantown, but I'm very pleased with how my Birds played last night.

They are wildly erratic so who knows what what they'll bring on Wednesday night but I'll savor the ass whipping they gave the Heat all day. It was fantastic seeing Marvin Williams back in action. I adore him and this is one of the reasons why.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Sports Talk

Busy Sunday...

I'm about to watch the Monte Carlo Masters, which will probably start the beginning of the yet another clay court season where Rafa Nadal annihilates the competition. The setting is breath taking of course, but the sartorial choices of wealthy Europeans makes it must see tv for someone like me.

On to the WTA, where two youngsters will battle it out in Charleston.

Have to keep track of the Mets. I just found out Julia Stiles is among the Mets Faithful. Which I would have known if I wasn't living in enemy territory, relegated to following the games on line.

But the pièce de résistance will be watching my Birds will fly tonight. My 8 years as a fan pale in comparison to my husband's 18, so I hope that they play like they oughta more for him than me!


Looks good on me, if I don't say so myself!

I've been out of the highly desirable 18-34 bracket for all of one week and I've lived to tell the tale. The concept of aging has never bothered me, in large part because the women in my family have always embraced the number of years that they've been on this planet. I know that there are women of color who fear the march of time but fortunately I'm not related to any of them.

It helps that after looking at pictures of me from high school, my husband stated that I've barely aged. I was shocked because he is not the kind to comment on my appearance. Ever. In fact I can probably count the number of times. The day we met, the day we married, and the day I donned french maid lingerie.

So whether or not it's true it definitely made me feel great, which is half the battle!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

GOOP, The gift that keeps on Giving

I've always kept up with Gweynth Paltrow's GOOP in a love-to-hate-it type way.

But The Go Fug Yourself girls convinced me that odd tid bits here or there weren't enough and so I signed up for my own personal weekly emails.

And I haven't been disappointed.

Today Paltrow gives us the low down on what I assume was her relationship with Winona Ryder.

Keep it coming GP. What would I do without you and your sages?

Pirate Escapades

Most children have bionic hearing (when they want to of course) and Thelonious is no exception. He came running into our living room after hearing the words "pirate attack" on the Today Show. 30 seconds later he announced "that this show was boring!" and went along his merry way.

After being assured that pirates were not likely to hijack her grandfather's pleasure craft off the coast of Florida, my 6 year old daughter's thoughts turned to pirate fashion. She was disappointed to learn that modern day pirates were not clad in capris and eye patches. I'm pretty sure they still enjoy getting fucked up so the rum swilling aspect of Mirette's pirate fantasies remains intact.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Lola Folana & Iowa

Progressive websites are buzzing about Iowa the way my extended family did back in the day when Lola Falana (or some other celeb of color) would appear on The Tonight Show (or Merv Griffin etc) .

Just substitute

"What do you think she's going to have on?"
"How is she going to wear her hair?"


"Is there anyway it can be overturned?"
"What state might be next?"

Stating the Obvious

I don't understand how much courage it took for Valerie Bertinelli to don a bikini.

Am not amazed at Kathy Ireland's weight loss journey.

And am glad that Angie Harmon enjoyed her post pregnancy "curves", though of course I disagree with many of her definitions since I don't find Republicans "classier".

Of course I could stop reading People Magazine.

That would be easy enough, despite the sadistic pleasure I get from my tabloids.

But I don't want to give up 30 Rock or The New Adventures of Old Christine. Both of which generate a lot of their humor from the premise that two attractive, fit, well dressed women are overweight and slovenly.

I'm not holding my breath for realistic portrayals of women in prime time but I wish two of my favorite shows weren't quite so fantastical...

Out & About

Our local park was the play space for a mulit culti band of teens this afternoon.

There's a lot I hate about our neighborhood but it is relatively racially and economically diverse. Unfortunately the kids and moms will mingle on site but they arrive and depart along a strict color line. So it was nice to see a group of high schoolers of various ethnicities voluntarily socializing together.

Always the sympathetic sort, when we do bump into adolescents on the playground, I'm sorry that our presence is preventing them from engaging in the illicit activities that brought them there in the first place. I doubt I'll feel like this when my kids hit puberty.

In addition to tag playing teens, Thelonious was entertained by an elderly gentleman sweeping a metal detector across the ground for change. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head when he found out there existed a machine whose sole purpose was to find money! Of course he was disappointed that it couldn't hep you find dollars, but none the less he was happy to follow his new found mentor. But not too closely because the kind senior was holding a hunting knife. He was ostensibly using it as a spade to dig for the money but it doubled as a good sign for nefarious types to leave him and his apron full of change alone.

Of all the parks we frequent that's the place where I would think the likelihood of finding loot would be slim. Hard times abound but that playground is populated mainly by the children of recent immigrants, many of whom are working several back breaking jobs to barely make ends meet. I wanted to ask if he ever hit the recreational sites on my mother in laws side of town. Where we have seen Primigi shoes and Oilily clothes left behind like juice boxes. I can imagine that his hunting knife cum spade would get a real work out on the other side of the tracks.

Sports Talk

Roger Federer keeps making me sad.

I'm having a hard time picturing this man as Bob the Builder.

Mets Brass think that this will solve our many woes.

And I'm pretty sure that my birds are going to get their asses handed to them tonight.

Not a good sports talk day for me.

Movie Talk

BitchphD put me on the look out for American Violet. PBS' Frontline chronicled this story a couple of years back, in an episode called The Plea. It was riveting, but given its subject matter not what I would term enjoyable.

I hope this dramatic portrayal is an interesting production and a huge hit. I'm just glad to see Alfre Woodard on screen in a non Tyler Perry vehicle.

Andrew O'Hehir of enjoyed Explicit Ills. I'm always on the look out for "gentrification" themes so I'll definitely check out this tale of interconnected lives in a Philadelphia neighborhood.

I'm not sure if my city will get Explicit Ills but a night at the movies cost us just under $60 and that's not including dinner. So chances are I'll have to wait until they are delivered to my house in that little red envelope. My husband would gladly attempt to download them for me but I take a moral high ground when it comes to viewing smaller films this way. A nebulous stance since I didn't voice any qualms while watching Taken this way last week!

The Transgender Homeless

This story describes the efforts of people who run homeless shelters to find placements for their transgendered clients.

The idea that when America gets a cold, black America gets the flu can apply to any marginalized community. Exact numbers of homeless people are hard to come by but many agencies are currently stretched to the max. Despite the paucity of resources I'm really glad that some are making a concerted effort to help this under served population.

I hope the powers that be in this LGBT un-friendly state are too busy addressing our myriad problems to meddle with any of these positive initiatives. But I don't put anything past them.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Stevie Nicks

I'm not overly familiar with Fleetwood Mac or even Stevie Nicks solo works but I think she's an amazing and relevant cultural icon. Her Q & A with WWD is equal parts funny and inspirational. She talks about her negative experience with botox and the relief she feels because she still looks like herself.

That's a state of mind I wish was more prevalent.