Ann Coulter

I was recently cruising through youtube, and came across a clip of Ann Coulter arguing with Mrs. Edwards.  I can’t recall her first name… so Mrs. Edwards will have to do (call me too lazy to use wikipedia).  Ann Coulter was sitting on stage with Chris Matthews on Hardball, and Mrs. Edwards decides to call out of no where and ask Ann politely to quit messing with her man (meow).  Ann tries to talk over her, and she continuously says, “So, I should just stop writing books?”  Whenever Mrs. Edwards would say – just stop using hateful words and comments.  Ann would respond in what appeared to be hateful words and comments.  Mrs. Edwards wasnt aware that you can’t fight fire with fire…  Ann Coulter has a distinct way of speaking and acting – asking politely won’t get you anywhere - you might as well not try if you’re going to do that.

My stance on Ann Coulter is – I don’t hate her, but she’s not someone I agree with.  She can say whatever the hell she wants about mooching 9/11 widows or people being killed in Iraq – Free Speech, baby – likewise, Hugo Chavez can say whatever he wants about President Bush – Free Speech, baby.  You need to accept that she might be some crazy woman who’s off her rocker, or she may actually have some truth behind her words… though it may not be immediately apparent to you. 

“Liberals” have villified her in the media (though honestly, she gives them some good reasons to with some of her comments).  It works for her.  I’ve heard some critcisms of her, but very few of them good.  Mostly they’re rants following the lines of “Ann Coulter is a cruel. horsefaced anti-Christ!”  C’mon now, is there really a need to call her horse-faced?  How does that disprove anything she says?  Calling her horsefaced or anything for that matter is like her calling John Edwards a “faggot”.  This kind of retort would only carry weight if you were 8 years old, and if you were speaking to other stupid eight year olds.  Otherwise – your ship doesn’t hold water.  At least Coulter cites facts right?  She can be or at least sound smart.

Once I took “Anthropology 102: Comparison of Culture” for the easy A in college.  The professor was a raging feminist and decided to only compare women in culture.  That would have been all good if that’s what the class was about (Strike 1).  She made us read “Coming of Age in Somoa” by Margaret Mead (Strike 2).  She tried to make this sound fair.  She told us of Mead’s critics…. some doctor in England who believed that she was not a true anthropologist because she didn’t live with the Somoans.  How does she disprove his claim?  By calling him a lunatic and saying he went ape-shit in a museum and busted the genitals off dummies (Strike 3). Umm Professor, how does that disprove his claim?  Ah yes, it doesn’t.  That’s when I checked out of the class mentally and settled for a B because it really wasn’t worth the A.  Coulter is that doctor who made a point about Mead, and liberals appear to be the professor who says she likes to whack anatomically correct dummies .

Calling Coulter ”horse-faced” or anything about her appearance will get you no where – it just automatically says Coulter wins because you’re too stupid to rebuke anything said.  It just makes you kind of sad to resort to such stupid name calling or senseless “he said. she said”.  Live, learn and then let live.  Who cares about Ann Coulter anyway?  Too many of you.  Am I going to get creamed for writing this? Maybe.

JJRC

Getting to the Airport – Part 2 of 3

Luckily for my father and my sister- the passport was not expired.  My father snatches it out of her hands tells her to be quiet and not speak about things she does not know.  This led to a fantastic atmosphere of silence in the van.  Of course the car was too small so we sat on, next to and under our luggage (oh happy days),

Upon arriving to the airport, we must appear like some sort of circus show.  We climb out, and along with us every single thing a person would need to live.  My father drags out a huge long box.

Sister: What the fuck is that?
Me: I have no idea… you ask him.  I don’t really care to find out.
Sister: Papa – Que’s eso?
Papa: Crutches for that poor kid on the block in Peru!
Sister: They aren’t letting you go in with that – what are you crazy?!
Papa: Shut up! Watch me!

Off he stormed to the luggage counter where he was pointed to that stupid wrapping station.  The gentlemen kindly told him – there was no way to wrap that and have it go as luggage – it was impossible.  My father comes back defeated – but my half sister was not having this… No, No – no one beats JFRB!

Papa – they took them….
Sister – See!
Half Sister – but how am I going to walk – I need my crutches!
Everyone – What?!

The counter lady comes over and asks us what the matter is, 

Half Sister: I need my crutches – if not I can’t walk.
Attendant: Oh how terrible!  Bring her the crutches.  (My sister turns around and smiles at her victory) AND A WHEEL CHAIR – This woman needs a wheelchair.

No sooner had the attendant said that – a large black man comes up to my half sister from behind and says “SIT.”  She does obediently – her victory has turned to embarrassment and shame.  The man places the crutches on the chair and pushes her to the far end of the corridor.
Sister: What about her check-in?
Attendant: She’s disabled – you guys can do it for her!
Sister and Me: umm… great….

From the sidelines my half sister watched me and my sister throw heavy luggage onto the massive scales.  She would smile and wave to us… we would think, “That bitch.”  My father joined her.  We thought, “That asshole.”  Ultimately we finished and were walking to the boarding area – where the 6am plane waited on the runway with us on it until 10am to depart.

Shopping is… fun… again?

I went shopping with two girls yesterday. I figured it wouldn’t be too bad, and we would be done in max 2 hours. We left the office early and headed to the mall, and we entered the stores and looked around. Once I picked up a pair of jeans and a Keystone Light Beer T-shirt, I was all set to move on to dinner. This was at around 7pm when I had finished my shopping. By 10pm, the ladies finally cross the finish-line in what appeared to be the most unnecassary marathon womanhood has ever run.

It took nearly three hours total of shopping time. We left our store and headed to Old Navy where the shopping continued. The men’s section was tiny and in a corner. I made my 20 second round and realize I didn’t want anything else from Old Navy for the time being. I had been pretty excited to shop there last weekend, and with nothing new on the shelves – I had no where to go. The ladies on the other hand were looking at “cute things.” At some point, I sat and watched them press things over themselves. Periodically they would ask me my opinion.

The exchange was never a positive one, and it made me think I don’t know anything about the way normal white women dress.

B: Hey JJ, what about this top.

JJ: Umm, I don’t think it’s that nice.

B: What do you know.

K: OMG, that’s cute. It would look so bad on me.

B: No it wouldn’t – let’s both go try them on.

On average, my sister usually takes me advice and looks very nice – but not them.

I had much time to contemplate the ways of the world. As I sat by the fitting rooms covered in bags, I realized very rarely will I put something on in a store – I only do that at a new stores I’ve never shopped at before to see if their pant sizes are truly accurate. Sometimes a 36 means a 38 and a 34 means a 36. A large maybe really be a small and a small may be near inhuman, but that only happens at Abecrombie. Don’t even get me started on that store.

I do recall once getting a suit tailored and the gentleman insisted I was a 42. I was a little chunky but a 42 would put me in a new stratosphere of overweight. He insisted and ignoring my request – he proceeded to make the pants a 42…. let’s say I looked fantastic at the wedding I bought the fucking suit for.

It makes me happy to be a man. The only thing I have to worry about is color, and size is never an issue. I know my sizes and every store, and it’s a constant. Girls on the otherhand have a much harder time putting clothes on. Depending on the color, shape, and their time of month – they could look great/terrible in an outfit. (Note – being with them, I also learned an amazing amount about the female cycle that I didn’t know about – and believe me – I was amazed)

It’s not to say that I didn’t know that – I do have a sister, but I didn’t know how painful it was to search for clothing. God forbid retailers get it right and prepare proper sizes for women, but luckily – if they never do – I am not affected – I can continue to order things and blindly pick items at the stores knowing they’ll fit. I just can’t get my suits tailored.

JJRC