Category Archives: 2012

That is sooo Butt Unknown

I’ve been doing a lot of traveling recently.  I went from never having been on a plane to being on 10 planes in a month.  One thing puzzles me.  Why do airplane seats recline in the first place?  What kind of douche canoe rams his seat back into the face of their neighbor to the rear without so much as a ‘how do you do’? Now, my flights were relatively short.  The longest was close to 3 hours.  So, I’m not talking about one of those  8 hour inter continental monsters.  I’m talking about the flights so short you don’t even get a blanket.  What makes you so important that I have the whole 3 hours to judge the quality of your anti dandruff shampoo? Next time, don’t be surprised if you have a little lingering back pain from a well place knee.  Or perhaps the lingering cold from a well placed sneeze.  Just saying.

It’s new and improved!

How can it be ‘new’ and improved?  If it is ‘improved’ it how can it be truly new?  Does not the word improved, by definition imply the prior existence of the object in question?

Anyhooo, I am making a huge job change and it is scary as hell. I’m leaving the relative comfort and safety of fifteen years tenure (that and $1, I could buy a bag of chips) for the land of clinical informatics. I am super excited about the work I’ll be doing.

Oooooh Gurl, you’ve got SHEMAIL

I love all things drag queen. If there is a movie with queens in it, I will rent it. If there is a TV show about queens competing (gasp!) I’ll watch it.  Now there is a show about queens making over real women. I WANT TO BE ON IT!

I first heard about RuPaul’s Drag Race from Henry Rollins.  Yes, that Henry Rollins. I saw him on a spoken word tour and he talked of his experience as a judge on the show. I’m not a big fan of reality shows. But I thought, if it has queens and Henry Rollins, how bad can it be?  Now, I am completely hooked.

The funny thing about Drag Race is that some of the queens I like better in the workroom (as men) than I do on the runway (as women).  Some of them I like better on the runway. Weird, huh?  For example, I love Willam Belli when he’s in drag.  His character is hilarious. She is alternately vapid and razor sharp.  Willam Belli the man comes across vain and mean.  I love Chad Michaels in drag.  Chad out of drag is boring.  But, the winner of Season 4, Sharon Needles is the opposite. I love Needles in the workroom. He’s funny and smart.  Needles on the runway is stupid. She even describes herself as stupid.  Beautiful, but stupid.  Stupid is not entertaining.  Stupid does not take any effort.  Of course, I love the grand dame of all queens RuPaul herself.

There is so much effort and art that goes into drag. I am mesmerized by their talent with makeup and design. Also, it is not lost on me the irony involved in queens teaching real women how to be women again. It sort of supports a sexist ideal. But, at the same time, I feel that it sort of reclaims some of the power of being feminine that so many of us lose. There is power in being fierce and serving up some curvy realness. There is power in the confidence it takes to stomp the runway in three inch platforms and a five pound wig.

They say you can drown in two inches of water. I am that two inches.

More in the category of “WTF?”

The “in loving memory of….” stickers on the back windows of cars.  Is this a southern thing?  A northeast Tennessee thing?  Every time I see that, it makes me thing they bought the car with the life insurance.  Well, unless the car was a total POS, then I wonder how I’d feel about a 1985 Buick Skylark in my loving memory.

Also, I don’t get the reasoning behind putting little memorials up on the roadside, presumably where someone actually expired.  I wonder how many accidents have been caused by people trying to read the teeny tiny print on them.  Hell, people at least make it big enough that I can see it in a drive by. I bet you some psychology grad student out there has done a paper on both of these phenomena.

Oh, and my biggest WTF moment recently goes out to the State of Virgina and their vaginal ultrasound law.  If the state of VA wants to see my vajayjay, they got to at least take me to the steak house first.