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| Jay has been writing a little about what we have been going through. If you are up for reading more head over there. I doubt I will get to it for quite some time... writejaywrite.xanga.com
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| My friend alissasorenson just posted pictures of her new kitten and I thought I should do the same.
We lost our old lady cat on Thanksgiving of 2006, so we were down to one cat, who was increasingly exhibiting dog-like behavior. So we thought that a couple of additions to our family were in order.
Emmy was adamant that she wanted a true baby kitten to bond with and raise as her own so we searched and searched - we were looking about 3 weeks before "kitten season." And ended up with...
Static:
  She came from a independent rescue organization and was still in her foster home with some other kittens and big kitties so she is very well socialized, loves the other cats and was used to the dogs in just a few days.
Alex was more interested in adopting an slightly older cat who needed a home so we got a sweet 1 year old girl that had been rescued from a kill shelter in Indiana and fostered locally for a few months. She was at Petsmart (did you know that they provide adoption space to rescue organizations?) and Alex fell in love with her.
Tippy:
The two of them playing:
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| Well I was feeling all bloggy, but now I'm feeling all angsty. Over of all
things our cell phone bill. Whatever. Our culture sucks, I buy into it anyway -
blah blah blah, angst angst angst. Let's talk about something else. Oh damn, I
think it's going to be more of the same.
What I was thinking about was a
little blog item I just read about how some singer (Katy Perry - had to look it
up again, couldn't remember), who sings a song called I Kissed a
Girl, *gasp* actually kissed a girl at a club recently. Now I vaguely
recall hearing about this song a few days ago but, beyond wondering if it was a
remake of the Jill Sobule song, I didn't really think much about it. I looked
into more this morning though since I had time to kill while trying valiantly to
do no work at work today.
I found the video, and the lyrics
and also some blog articles about how conservative groups are all, "It should be
banned." but I can't find any actual articles calling for it to be banned so,
that may just be clever marketing... But, here's the thing, despite the catchy
tune, and seemingly pro-kissing girl lyrics the song makes me want to vomit.
It is such a demonstration of people, who have never in their lives felt the
angst (yes it's the word of the day) of actually questioning their sexuality,
co-opting the "coolness" of bisexuality for their own profit and gain. It just
belittles the true experience of those who really wrestle with trying to figure
out if they really are bi or not or possibly gay or maybe just straight. Ugh.
It's just so, so... pandering. I know this stuff happens over and over again,
and I'm not the first one to say it, but I think this song really just clarifies
what is so wrong about sorority girls kissing their "sisters" for the enjoyment
of the frat boys. I would like to think that the mainstreaming of girl on girl
kissing is a good sign, but it just doesn't feel that way to me. Sometimes
I wonder though when this kissing a girl stuff, really is just "innocent" and
when it is the only way a girl who really is having those feelings can feel like
she can express them. This Katy Perry girl, for instance, is the child of two pastors and was almost a Christian Pop singer before deciding to dye her hair and sing about kissing girls and how Emo boys have no penises - maybe kissing a girl at a club is as far as she thinks she can go even if she might have feelings otherwise. Apparently this song is poised to be "THE" summer song of
2008. I guess I'd better prepare my speech for the girls and all their friends
now. I somehow need to get across that I hate the song not because I hate the
idea of kissing girls, but because I hate the
idea of girls kissing girls as a drunken party game for the enjoyment of boys.
I
unfortunately was highly amused by another song by the same girl called, UR so Gay. I didn't want
to find it amusing, but I did. In fact, the more I have read about this new up
and coming pop star the more I liked her. But, I'm not convinced that she isn't
highly manufactured to be the perfect amount of edge with the perfect amount of
sweet. Maybe I should give her the benefit of the doubt and see her song as a
commentary on current club girl behavior? That might be giving her too much
credit?
As an aside, I watched the Jill Sobule video too. Ah,
it's still cute and fun and sweet after all these years, Fabio and all.
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| Apparently Jay is linking to my blog today. He said I should post something. Now, normally when someone tells me to do something I get a little defiant and just don't do anything. But I'm feeling rather compliant today so...
I, in fact, spent most of the night tossing and turning writing blog entries in my head. These entries that I write in the middle of the night rarely make it to the light of day. And if they do, they are watered down, less well thought out versions of what I wrote in my sleep. This is usually because in the middle of the night I use dream logic rather than real logic and so in the morning the arguments in my "entry" often seem suspect, if not tautological.
Last night my entry had something to do with high school cliques. I just finished reading Stargirl yesterday which I'm sure is where this came from. It is all about high school and fitting in - and not - and popularity and what that really means. It was one of the better fictional things I've read on the topic.
I'm convinced that most people who do movies and books about the topic were the popular kids, the mean girls. I think this because it seems that they all have an over-inflated sense of the importance of the "populars" to the rest of the student body. All I remember about the popular kids in high school was that they were all just as dorky as the rest of us, but a little bitchier (mostly to each other).
Now, I wasn't unpopular, I wasn't the ugly girl who needs a makeover or anything - well in junior high I could have used some fashion advice. But I for sure wasn't the girl who was always dressed just right and holding court. At no time did I really have any desire to be more popular. As you might have guessed from my use of the word tautological above, I was a member of the group known as "the smart kids." Maybe my perspective is skewed; maybe other people cared more than me? I mean, I am known to be apathetic, but it didn't seem like any of my friends really gave a crap either.
Don't get me wrong. I cared what people thought of me - probably a little too much and to my detriment - but the spotlight of popularity was not really a goal of mine. In fact when I ended up on the court for senior prom (only because Jay and I had been dating for two years and people liked to put couples on the court). I took off my glasses and pretty much pretended I didn't exist through the whole horrible thing.
I've always thought that those movies and books that glorify popularity are all made by the kids who thought that was sooooo important and I'm pretty sure nobody else gave a crap. Talk about King of Fools ;).
In my middle of the night entry I told a whole story about meeting up with a high school popular at a party during my freshman year of college. I, thinking that high school was behind us, struck up a conversation. I had been in several classes with this girl and thought it would only be polite even though I had never cared to get to know her really. We chatted and when I left her boyfriend asked her who I was. My college friend was still sitting in the room. Her answer, in a supremely bitchy tone, "Oh some girl from high school I think, I don't know her, I guess she's always wanted to talk to me." Ten minutes later her boyfriend hit on me at the trash can punch ;).
I saw her a few years later at the grocery store looking chubby, bedraggled and unhappy. Maybe it was just a bad day, but though I try to wish good will to everyone, I was a tiny bit happy about it. Another popular girl, her best friend, greeted me like an old friend when I saw her after high school. I read a story about her in the paper recently, she delivered a healthy baby despite being diagnosed with cancer and having treatment during the pregnancy. It seems like she got her good karma back - it made me smile.
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