as serious as your life

i'm about to say too much.

i've lost sight of what's important; i am no longer happy with these standards. they were never mine anyway, and i will not accept them.

i'm only beginning to fall. as always, i will be scooped up somehow, end up in a can of dolphin-safe tuna and daydream about lots of what you don't need to know. in the meantime, if i say something that doesn't make any sense, i apologise.

what's another loony anyway.

bite me, ugly betty

ok, who is totally sick of seeing that ugly betty chick everywhere? is she supposed to represent Everywoman or something? should my vagina sing out flappingly in praise of her sensible, down-to-earth, smart-but-sassy homage to us girls? is it NEWS that women can be smart? she certainly doesn't stand for MY demographic, i'll tell you that. come on...do YOU know any hispanic families who can afford braces for their children? and besides, they make her "ugly" on purpose because we're all supposed to realize that the true beauty is on the inside, gnarrf. well HELLO, i'm a dynamic, disenfranchised minority with dental problems too! jesus. put bald britney in front of me any day before this so-called salma-hayek-induced ingenue-construct. we all know that where there is "beauty," there is money.

feminism is rolling over in its grave, a grave originally intended for a beloved pet goldfish, just beyond the swing-set in a back yard in Maryland.