Things that are risking my panties bunching up

It’s Tuesday. Only Tuesday. And yet, I opened up my Facebook and found people storming, rightfully, about things that are happening out there.

Let’s start with “Me-ternity” Leave Chick.

Now, first, her article does not appear in The Onion, which it should. Because it’s that ridiculous. It’s a not-so-cleverly written piece basically to promote her book of the same name. Which is great – I now know what book not to buy.

In the article, this chick talks about how other women get maternity leave to sit back and relax and ponder life’s bigger questions, why shouldn’t she get that break time too? Except without pushing out a 9 lb human being from her nether regions, or having major abdominal surgery to remove said 9 lb human being, not worrying about what the freaking frack is going on with her breasts while the 9 lb being you’re beginning to question if it’s at all human is squalling at you, having 9 lb alien creature regurgitate your very own milk product back down your shirt, question everything you ever thought was real until you’re crying with your little alien creature one night at three am, and making the self-discovery of “Oh my God, I don’t know if I can do this!”

You know, she wants all that…without all that. So really, she wants a sabbatical.

I just can’t with this woman. Just. Can’t.

However, this reply to the article is brilliant.

Secondly, there’s the news that the president’s daughter got into Harvard. Good for her. She plans on taking a gap year. I got to read nice discussions about the idea of the gap year, both for and against it. But, you know, discussions. Thoughtful discussions by people keeping to the subject and not denigrating any real person in the process. That’s all good.

What was NOT GOOD AT ALL? The links that popped up this morning to how some creatins on Twitter reacted to a smart young lady who happens to have dark skin getting into Harvard.

They used words I have never used. Because my parents and grandparents taught me that certain words were beyond unacceptable in my household and would see me sent straight into the next week. Because I was raised to not judge people by their skin color or social-economic backgrounds. I was raised to be a decent human being who won’t even link to the awfulness that’s on the internet right now over a young woman, a high school senior, someone’s daughter and someone’s sister, being called horrible names because of her skin color.

Ignore them Malia. You keep being fabulous and smart and enjoy your life.

And because there wasn’t enough asshattery on the internet before I could finish my coffee, THIS popped up in my news feed.

“Teen with disorder mocked by 50 Cent in viral video”


To summarize – a nice young man with autism, a hearing impairment, and social anxiety was minding his own business, doing his job as a janitor at the airport, when 50 Cent decided he must be on drugs or something and harassed him when the young man didn’t respond to him as 50 Cent thought he should. So assumptions were made and the rapper went off on a profanity-filled tirade about kids on drugs and then put it all on the internet. Because, you know, that’s cool.

Then again, Autism Awareness Month IS over and done with. We’re all able to go back to being unaware and giving people a hard time over their behaviors.

My friend Mama Fry has offered to write the rapper a behavior plan, which I think is VERY nice of her. Obviously he needs one.

So yeah, now I’m sitting here with my still not quite finished coffee and trying to keep my panties from twisting.

I need a cat video. Don’t you?

Oh yeah, that’s better…feeling calm again…