Since I made a post on the work blog about New School speaker Jean Rohe I have had to delete two comments (not from regular readers) that suggested Ms. Rohe should be raped for her remarks. I'm not lying. Two commenters from two different IP numbers stated in no uncertain terms that Rohe should be forced into sex, both vaginally and anally, for her "crime" of speaking out.
I just burned my forehead with a curling iron. The moment I felt the hot metal singe my flesh I realized it was the first time that has happened since high school, maybe even junior high. With a sudden rush I felt thirteen again, and I wished desperately that I had a bottle of Vanilla Fields perfume to spritz on so I could feel thirteen all day.
I'm not sure why I ever got out of the habit of visiting Que Sera Sera:
Last night we saw The Da Vinci Code. I had read the book a few summers
ago, one morning when I was desperate for something to read on the
train. Like eating an entire bag of Doritos in one sitting, or having
sex with an ex, it seemed like a good idea until the moment you
finished. The movie was slightly more bearable due to the fact that we
poured tiny bottles of rum into our giant cokes and turned it into a drinking game. Basically, you drink whenever the movie is on the screen.
I'm back to the black though, baby, and I'm staying this time for good.
Yesterday I was back in front of the News 2 cameras to front a piece about blog responses to the immigration debate. (Download and watch.) Today I'm scheduled to do it again. This time I'll be on camera talking about blog readers' opinions on the death penalty as it pertains to Sedley Alley. If you live in the viewing area my on air bit will air at 5:03. I'll include a downloadable video of today's performance tonight.