My shrink and I spent part of our session today discussing how the French title for the new Little Red Ridding Hood movie is Le Chaperon Rouge. Taking away "little" and adding an article really changes the way that the title could be read. Obviously the story itself was designed to warn little girls that they might get raped if they walk around without someone looking after them. By getting rid of "little" and adding an article so the story is called "The Red Riding Hood" you are really objectifying the main character. That said, the English language title with "little" in it infantalizes her. As Tom Petty once said "I can't decide which is worse." I'm glad my shrink and I can talk about this shit.
There were bomb sniffing dogs all over the Place de la Comedie today. I wonder what the fuck happened.
It's really warm right now but my cat is in heat so I have to keep all the windows closed. Boo!
The stupid "blues" band at the bar the other night introduced "Rocky Racoon" as "the best blues song ever written." That's when I left.
I really don't want to have to pay the fucking outrageously high electric bill tomorrow, but I'll take an extra xanax and do it anyway. I find it weird that paying the electric bill is one of the very few things that still induces panic attacks if I don't temporarily up my meds.
Jon Kyl agreed to fund NPR but only if they'd use 90 percent of the money to pay for abortions.
I don't fucking care if Willow Palin is really the mother of Trig Van Palin or not.
You have more than enough resources and material at your disposal in which to make Sarah Palin look like an idiot without slut shaming a 14 year old girl.