I imagine that one of the things many people would like to do once the pandemic is resolved and we can go back to doing what we desire is just go somewhere. Someplace like, say, Hawai’i or Florida or, once the U.S. borders reopen, Canada or Europe. Most likely, depending on the destination and travel arrangements, the travel will require getting on a plane… especially to Hawai’i and Europe because, the last I noticed, there has yet to be built a road long enough to cross an entire ocean. Continue reading
Perhaps you’ve heard of the It Gets Better Project. They are a nonprofit organization, established in 2010, that utilizes video and other forms of messaging to convey an empowering, important message to LGBT+ youth: That you should not be bullied, discriminated, and ostracized because of your confirmed or perceived sexual or gender identity; that your life is worth living and protecting; and with the support and example of peers and allies, your life will take a positive turn over time.
So, how was your Super Bowl Sunday? My day was spent writing my previous post and staying warm. Yes, it’s still winter, and Wisconsin is at the start of a cold spell. No, this particular weather pattern isn’t as dangerous as what we experienced two years ago, but it does feel the coldest it’s been all winter.
Ohmigod!! Like, my Saturday afternoon was, like, totally awesome! That’s because, like, I got to go to the mall! Yes! That’s why I’m, like, squealing like a girl! It’s because I got to check out some bitchin’ clothes, have a drink from Orange Julius, and…
*ahem* Okay, that’s enough of my Valley Girl impression. But it’s true, I had to do some errands on Saturday afternoon. And part of it involved heading into the unsettling, discouraging, and in certain spots, grody-to-the-max atmosphere that is… the shopping mall, circa 2021.
Yes, I can hear you screaming at me from several time zones away. You’re saying, “Enough with the talk about politics! Give us something uplifting!” I’m fully aware of how you feel. And you know what? I agree! Positive topics have been simmering on this blog’s back burner for too long, all at the expense of things that felt personal or urgent. But it’s finally high time to get back to brighter things that will put a smile to my face and, hopefully, yours as well.
Usually when I write a blog entry, I have some sort of idea going in as to what I want to include, including the formatting, any photos or videos, and even the title. Sometimes, though, I wind up leaving out a thing or two because it would make the post longer than it already is, or it doesn’t fit the tone as well as I thought it would. Continue reading
Check the calendar and you’ll notice that this was the week of January 20. Every four years on that date, the United States sees its president take the oath of office. The first Inauguration Day I recall watching was that of Jimmy Carter in 1977. Our 2nd grade and 3rd grade teachers (they shared an expanded classroom and resources) wheeled a TV set into our classroom, turned on Channel 11, and let us watch Mr. Carter “solemnly swear” the oath. And then they turned off the TV, wheeled it out of the room, and made us get back to work, not even letting us watch his speech if I correctly recall.
Ten years ago last week — January 15, 2011, to be exact — I had just bought one of those fancy new (for the very early 2010s) smart phones that were all the rage. Wanting to put it to somewhat good use, I checked out a certain social media site and liked what I saw… well, liked enough of what I saw to create an account and create my first message for all the world to see.
Not the most auspicious of starts, I know. Indeed, it was just as generic as, say, Nicki Minaj’s first tweet. But at least give me credit for meeting Twitter’s 140-character limit (Lady Gaga’s first tweet didn’t), for finally entering the 21st century (to borrow a line from Pink’s first tweet), and for at least calling it a tweet (unlike what Ellen DeGeneres did on her first twit… er, uh, tweet).
I imagine there are more than a few of you who see the tagline at the top of my blog and expect it to be all about putting on a wig and women’s clothing. There are perhaps also a few of you who see the photo collage header and expect this blog to be wall-to-wall photos.
To borrow an opening line from another blog I read this week, this is gonna be one of those posts. Yeah, current events will be discussed [*insert frowning face here*]. These words are as uncomfortable for me to write as they will be for you to read, but I needed to get these thoughts off my chest. Now, with that advisory out of the way…
This week came news that a certain children’s program has left America’s airwaves. The TV show centered around an animated (literally) 4-year-old boy named Caillou, who lives with his parents and baby sister and possesses an imaginative mind. Since I don’t have kids of my own, my exposure to Caillou, and kids’ TV in general, has been limited. But it’s not as if I couldn’t tell the kid from a wall: I vividly remember coming across a talking plush toy Caillou (more singing than talking, actually) at a toy store one holiday season. I also recall reading one of the many Caillou books to my then-very-young nieces when paying them a visit many moons ago. “He looks precocious,” I thought, “and kids appear to enjoy him, so…”