Catholics for Obama

I usually don't like to immerse myself into political and/or religious controversy, but this video needs to be seen. Is shatters the notion that all catholics are raging liberal hating conservatives. If only all catholics could see it this way.

Hustle and Bustle

Yesterday, stuck in the usual clog of traffic getting onto 95/128n off the Mass Pike I passed by irritated drivers, slumped over their steering wheels in agony. There was the usual battle to of who can merge first where drivers ignore the attempts of those beside them to get into the lane. I am guilty of being a passive-aggressive participant in this game from time to time.

I started wondering to the tune of angry horn honking: Is all this negative energy worth it? If we are granted our wish of surpassing the cars next to us we're only .08776 seconds ahead then we would have been. What's the point of getting stressed out over something that is, for the most part, out of our reins?

Annoyance is inevitable. But why bother fan the flames when we can use the time to, oh I don't know, relax?

Oh, but who relaxes anymore? Everything nowadays is push, push, shove, shove, bitch, bitch, moan, moan.

Barbie Categories: Princess or Hooker

For nostalgia's sake and ha-has my boyfriend and I ventured to a Toys R Us the other night. Expecting to be overcome with the nauseating cheesiness of stuffed animals and silly figurines, a trip down Barbie doll aisle shattered my presumption.

I came face to face with what appears to be a new brand of Barbie. Her new look - heavy applied black eyeliner, gigantic hoop earrings and cherry red puckered lips.


This Barbie looks like she belongs outside a sleazy bar, chain smoking, batting her eyes lashes to goo-goo eyed greasy men - not stacked on toy store shelves serving as a beauty icon to young girls. If it's not bad enough to see woman walking the streets in this makeup montage, I fear 12 year olds will soon sport the getup.

It's a drastic change from my Barbie doll collecting days, about 13 years ago. The dolls then had an angelic touch. Long, flowing locks, shiny pink gloss and sparkling eyes. The dresses so wide and fluffy they look like over sized flowers.

Sadly, even a Barbie is not exempt from the battle many women in the media face of trying not to fall into the two demeaning categories of the hooch or the angel.

School's out... forever?

As summer fades into fall and my siblings are frantically finishing up summer reading and shopping for dorm accessories before another nine months of academia I'm trying to comprehend that, for the first time since preschool, I will not be returning to the land of learning.

Yes, I am happy about this. I've successfully earned a degree. It still is strange ending something that has been so constant. It's like removing training wheels off a bike. For the majority of my life, I've had teachers and textbooks to guide me.

But as I learned (the hard way) as a child, keep those training wheels on too long and there will be that kid who notices and gets the whole neighborhood chanting "SCAREDY CAT, SCAREDY CAT!"

And I am no "scaredy" cat.