The Oscars made me sick. Not because my George Clooney did not win and attended with that faux galpal arm-candy instead of me. Not because Kathryn Bigelow the first woman to win best director was so ditzily girly in such an historic moment. But because the tribute to horror films was an unrelenting filmic homage to violence against women. The wink wink nudge nudge "it's just a genre" disclaimer did not work for me, especially after news footage of the actual horrifics of femicide in Nigeria.
A week later and I'm still sick to my stomach. It could be the Boniva my doctor prescribed to aid in the absorption of calcium. I took it just before I read the studies someone finally got around to doing. The drug shilled everywhere by Sally Field, the Flying Nun for god's sake, causes shattered femurs in women users. Images of Sally Field collapsing in a heap of bones on the set of Brothers and Sisters, taken out to the backlot and euthanized. "You like me, you really really . . . blam." I'm not taking it anymore.
Nor am I taking the blame for healthcare reform fights over the vexing - for whom? - issue of abortion funding. If I have to spend one more dinner listening to progressive men talk about how difficult it is for them to decide yay or nay weh weh on health care, I'm going to forkstab their thighs. As a Vagina-American (it's a pre-existing condition) I'm sick of Viagra-Americans not supporting women's choice.
The Oscars showed graphic violence against women to an audience of 41.3 million. Big Pharma knocks the legs out from under women. Legislators make abortion funding an annoying deal-breaker. It's the Stupak pits. And my Milk of Amnesia doesn't work anymore.
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Oh is that what they are serving in the Congress cafeteria these days. I am tired about hearing about health care period. And I don't even have health insurance I say the best way to solve the political impasses would be a gladiator style battle pitting Chris Matthews against Glenn Beck. Technically the problem would not be solved but it would provide hours of amusement and the BS Intolerant would not need to drink any more milk of amnesia. The true winner in this contest would be the American people.
Kate, I wasn't crazy about that tribute as well...
Now after reading your blog I think: "Wow, they didn't have time for Farrah Fawcett, Henry Gibson, or Colin Wilcox (who was Mayella in To Kill a Mockingbird)" but they had time for that pointless tribute.
Stay classy, Academy!
Jennifer Gibbons, Red Room
A good day for a rant
Ah, wise woman, be very careful of the descent down the rabbit hole courtesy of Pharma's friendly little pills. Grace Slick was right. I foolishly succumbed to their mumbo-jumbo and lived to tell the tale http://www.redroom.com/blog/marabuck/anxiety-lurks .
Another reason to be thankful that my television shuns all stations but two --- I blissfully missed the disgust of the Horror Homage. And as for Healthcare…
Thanks, Kate, for wrenching a kernel of humor from the horrific as always.
Kate. I didn't know Americans had a sense of humor
How utterly refreshing Kate to have someone else feel exactly the way my wife and I do. Although Canadian, we watch with much trepidation CNN. 35.2% of all ads over a one week period were for pharmaceuticals, (Did you know the FDA has pulled Plavix from the market this past week?) 26.9% were for car insurance/banks, 16.4% for new car ads and the rest? Well you get the idea. The Oscars? We watched 1 hour and turned the TV off. It was disgusting. Milk of Magnesia is not the same as it once was. Pity. Some of my blogs on Redroom are extremely critical of the mega-corporations. I seek the facts. Read in between the lines and deduce the truth. I'll be going to your blogs on a daily basis. Thank you so much for your insight and humanity. I'm glad I found your blog.