Grandma Has No Use for Sports Bras

I think I told you that my Grandma fell and broke her shoulder right before Thanksgiving.  And they debated whether to do surgery and then they did and blah, blah, blah, very stressful.

So for reasons known only to my mom, she purchased for my grandma some sports bras to wear.  I don’t know.  The Nazerenes tell my mom crap and she writes it down and then we’re all stuck with it.  And why the Nazarenes think that a woman with a busted up shoulder would even be able to put a sports bra on is beyond me.

But that is not the point of my story.

The point of my story is that my Grandma refused the sports bra.  She is, she announced, 87, which is too old to wear a bra in times like these.

A Day Without Gay Day

As much as I would love to see what would happen if every gay person in the Country Music industry just stayed home, the whole Day without Gay Day thing strikes me funny.

Not that I don’t think it’s a good idea, but you can still be fired for being gay in Tennessee.  It’s perfectly legal.

So, if you had the guts to stay home today anyway, you have my admiration.

But it seems to me to kind of show a fundimental problem with where the Gay Rights movement is at the moment–in that depending on where you live, you might have a whole lot more rights than someone in another part of the country.  So, the risks for someone in Tennessee calling out are a lot greater than the risks for someone in California.

Not that that means there shouldn’t be this kind of demonstration.

I don’t know.  I’m torn.

Go read Brent Rolen or we can all watch John Stewart take it to Mike Huckabee while I think it over.

Watching It Doesn’t Clarify

I just can’t decide if The Mentalist is the worst new show this season or the best.

I’m also of the opinion that I should be able to kick the Butcher for giving me this cold.  And I would, except that, even knowing how bad it is, I’m that jerk who goes to work anyway.  And I certainly don’t want my co-workers kicking me.

Also, apropos of nothing, I wish Attack of the Show would get a different sex expert.  How can you have a sex expert who’s as straight-laced as her and be effective?  So, for the record, gentlemen, it does not make you gay if your girlfriend pegs you.  It’s not icky or weird.

Yes, I’ve been stewing about that for weeks.  But it irritates me that somehow “pretty girl who’s willing to talk about sex” somehow equals “sex expert,” especially when her advice is so bad.