heroes: a veronica mars reunion

I’m so pissed.

It’s not like Heroes is such a friend to POC, anyway, but now, my lovely Francis Capra’s moment is over – just that quick.

First, we only ever saw his reflection, cuz future-Peter Petrelli stuck current-Peter Petrelli in his body so he could change the past [and thus, the future].  Yeah, brown people are just houses for white people to use when they need ’em.

And then, once Peter was finally free of the POC body, the character Jesse Murphy gets maybe 30 seconds to be himself before Sylar decides to eat his brain…or tweak it, or whatever he does.

It’s insulting.

Don’t even get me started on the idiot-fake-scientist, Mohinder.  Hate him.  Seriously?  You discover something, and test it on yourself immediately?  And 15 minutes of super-strength constitute conclusive testing??  Idiot.  That’s why you’re gonna be peeling pieces of your skin off next week.  Ew.  Idiot.  Aaack.

On a different note, maybe we should start some kind of protest against irresponsible depictions of science and scientists.

quick shout-out

b-word is my total FAVE magazine and they’re in trouble.

I don’t wanna tell folks how to spend their money – ‘specially when we’re in such dire financial straits as a country – but folks, this publication is worth your help.  We all need a hand every once in a while, and these gals are in the non-profit, tryin-not-to-be-beholden-to-the-man, business.  It’s a tough business.  Lehman Brothers couldn’t hack it without help, why would you think a small, independent, feminist magazine could?

That’s right – if you have a dime you can send their way – please do so.  If not – send happy thoughts, and tell your rich friends to send some money for you (and them too).

Also, don’t forget that you can give the totally painless way: GoodSearch.com.  Click on the link to GoodSearch and click in the box that says ‘enter your charity here…’. 

Type in bitch and click the ‘Verify’ button.  Search away to your heart’s content, and each search gives a

penny to the magazine.  Make GoodSearch your default search engine for your browser and use it every time you’re looking for something – every little penny adds up!

6th grade

still in 6th grade

Maybe I’ve said this before, but when I was in the 6th grade, there were these popular girls who considered themselves to be *the awesomeness*.  I wasn’t part of that group, but I didn’t really care.  I’d never been part of that group, no matter what school I went to…except for maybe kindergarten.  But anyway, one of the girls had a birthday party and invited all the popular girls, and all the 1st rung peripheral girls, except one or two.

The party took place and all the uninvited were blissfully unaware until somebody spilled the beans.  I don’t remember who, I don’t think I actually ever knew.  But somehow, everyone who cared found out.  And got their feelings hurt.  So-called friend turned against so-called friend, and the 6th grade wars began.

All of this had taken place without the rest of the class [the dudes and the very, very peripheral girls: new kids, band geeks, well – that was pretty much it] even knowing any of this was going on.  But our teacher caught the vibe and took note.  When the hostilities started disrupting class [as in: notes passing about so-and-so, treacherous looks, staring, general to complete inattention to class] Mrs. V finally said something.  By then, the rest of us had a clue, but figured it was no big deal.

And really, which part of this entire scenario has seemed like a big deal?

Right.

So Mrs. V decides she’s not going to get any learning into these wayward children until they work out their differences and reunite as the dysfunctional family that they had previously been.  She allows them to leave our social studies class and go work on their *own* community building, right outside the classroom door.

As luck would have it, I had to go to the bathroom during the festivities.  For real. (Seriously!)  Though I couldn’t help being interested in what could possible be keeping these girls out of class for so long.  So when I walked out of the classroom, I found that I had to step over some of the girls becuase they were sitting in the hallway, directly in front of the classroom door.  [This was private school, hallways weren’t that wide.]  They stopped talking when I came out, and I said excuse me and kept going.

When I came back, several of the girls were crying.  Some of them were hugging.  And I’d heard a bit of what was going on – “I thought we were friends!”, “We are friends!”, etc.  I thought they’d worked it all out.

They remained outside of class for about 45 minutes.  When they returned, everything was all better.

From this experience comes my hypothesis about the 6th grade:

There are many people [in my experience it has very often been women, but I have also encountered men who fall into this pattern of behaviour] who treat friendship as some sort of novelty.  They often delight in having drama in their lives, and prefer to create the drama, if possible.  Loyalty is not a high priority for these people, neither is honesty.  Most likely, your first warning about your dubious position as their friend will be related to one of those traits.  Thankfully, these people tend not to be able to fool anyone most people for very long, and their disloyalty/dishonesty becomes apparent rather quickly.

The first warning means it’s time to get out.  Divest, do not give them sensitive information, as this is currency for a 6th grader.  Should you stay in the relationship, you will most likely be harder hit next time.  There were girls in my class that had stabbed each other in the back and remained…friends(?).  They accepted that the relationship would never have trust.  If this is what you’re looking for, stick around.  Otherwise, run for –

Oh I can’t say it.  I’m reminded of all this by the Hills.  The strange relationships between Audrina, LC, Lo, Stephanie, and Heidi just take me back to 6th grade.  Watching the show is like being able to eavesdrop on that hallway meeting back in school.  So when LC and Audrina cried and hugged and said they wanted to be friends again, I had déjà vu.

To me, it was silly to watch those girls sit out in the hall, working out their personal issues, as we were doing our actua school work.  Now, I don’t really mind 6th grade shenanigans.  As long as the culprit is still in the 6th grade.

hooray for the comeback!

one giant step for BritBrit

one giant step for BritBrit

Tonight was Britney’s night.  Best Female Video, Best Pop Video, Video of the Year – all for Piece of Me.  It’s good to see her on the way back up.

Performances were excellent and underwhelming, depending on whether you were Kanye West or the Jonas Brothers [ugh].

I don’t know who Russell Brand is, but MTV has been floundering with the VMAs for the last few years, this was another dud, IMO.

Russell made fun of the Jonas Brothers’ promise rings [you know, no sex til marriage, True Love Waits™ style] and kinda railed a bit long about it.  Long enough for Jordin Sparks to join the fray, before introducing TI, by saying

It’s not bad to wear a promise ring cuz not everybody – guy or girl- wants to be a slut.

This, while John Legend [her copresenter/introducer – whatever] gave a sideways glance and then flashed both hands to ensure everyone knows that he wears no rings [promise or otherwise].  [Frankly, I think Jordin was cool for standing up for what she believes in…jury’s still out on the slut comment]

That’s about all the drama for this set of awards – Yay for Britney!

a note about crying

I do not like crying.  I don’t like it when other people cry for (what I deem to be) no reason.  I don’t really have a lot of sympathy for people who cry for (what I deem to be) no reason.

There used to be a girl at work who would cry just cuz somebody told her she did something wrong.  That is irritating (to me).

So when I’m watching my guilty pleasure [AKA the Hills], and Stephanie starts crying just cuz Brody said she was not really trustworthy.  [Who in their right mind is seriously gonna trust Spencer’s sister? Nobody but LC.]  No easier way to tick me off, really.

So suck it up, Steph.

[those who think I’m bananas for even caring: I gotcha.  I understand.  But I can’t not watch.]

some days I sit ‘n’ wish I was a kid again

It’s a lazy Thursday night, I’m feeling oppressed and overwhelmed by the hype over the RNC, and I just needed something to bring me back to cool.  Drifting through the randomousity of my iTunes I ran across Shai‘s album [if i ever fall in love].  And after looking all over the internets – as much as I’m going to, anyway – I couldn’t find a video of them doing the song.

so just listen, and remember the simpler times, when folks still made R&B.