Mercedes Michaels gave an interview this morning on Good Morning America (or was it the Today Show???), recounting the beating that she received from four cowardly girls who jumped her at Sauk Village Park in Chicago on June 2nd. These girls were her friends.....and they jumped her because they wrongly accused Mercedes of "hooking up" with the ringleader's boyfriend, hence causing the boy to break up with her........which then warranted the girls teaching Mercedes a lesson.
The lesson not only consisted of jumping on her, punching her and kicking her while sitting on her and pinning her to the ground; they branded her face and left arm with a car cigarette lighter and her hair was chopped off with a pair of scissors which were also used to stab her repeatedly in the back. While all of this is happening, someone is taping the event with his cell phone - a phone which should have been used to call the police and then promptly put DOWN so that he could help the victim. Instead, this cruel and ridiculous act was recorded and then exclusively sent to Fox Chicago News, who promptly and ethically put it on the web. Right.
I am outraged by this story on so many levels, and I'm not really sure why I chose to write about it because I don't think I have enough time to really express my level of anger. Two of the girls are charged with aggravated felony battery and Mercedes, who is now physically and emotionally scarred, is still trying to figure out if she wants to go back to school. Her mother is begging her not to.
What the hell is going on with people? Oh no!! Your boyfriend broke up with you and he might like your friend.......so you should stab her, beat her, burn her and cut her fucking hair off? Oh, and let's not forget, go onto Myspace and brag about how "Ohhh we got that gurl nasty lol".
Good for you, you fucking idiots. I am impressed with your badge of pusillanimity, the ingenuity of shaming somebody else because YOU don't have what it takes to keep a man......oh, I'm sorry.....you guys are SEVENTEEN.....you don't have what it takes to keep a boy.
And bravo to the cell phone video extraordinaire who had the stomach to record the fight from start to finish, but couldn't lift a finger to help Mercedes. Let's just hope that if God forbid you're ever in a car accident or stuck in a fire, or held at gunpoint, that a passerby has enough decency and COMMON SENSE to use their phone to get help for your sorry ass.
And knowing our system, we're probably going to hear about how horrible your lives are and the reason you lashed out is because Mommy didn't hug you enough and didn't teach you right from wrong. Maybe you need therapy. Maybe you have anger management issues. Maybe not enough people told you how pretty you are. Maybe I would give a shit if I the sun were shining more brightly when I saw the interview this morning. Boo fucking hoo.
I'm just hoping there's a camera in your cell to capture the look on your face when you suddenly realize that you put your future in the shitter because you got dumped. Let's see if Fox News is still interested in you then.
Oh, and P.S. "gurl" is spelled with an "i".
Friday, June 12, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
BEES AND JAZZ
The one thing that I notice is that regardless of what season we are in, I always find something to complain about. Winter is always too damn long, this Spring has produced premature sweaty summer days, Summer is always a promenade through Hades, and although the weather is beautiful in Autumn, nature appears to have signed a suicide pact, and the cycle begins all over again. And yet somehow, I find myself always saying......"I can't wait until........(insert season)".
So, there's the tree that sits at the side of our house. I love standing in our living room and looking at the fully bloomed branches. And that's where the love stops. With blooming branches comes bees, with bees comes my screaming in fear, from fear comes furious swatting and running, from furious swatting and running comes nasty bee stings, from nasty bee stings comes anaphylactic shock, from anaphylactic shock come a huge needle in my ass. Has this happened to me yet? No. But with an imagination like mine, that scenario is right around the corner.
Tonight I decided that I would go down to our local coffee shop and knit while stuffing a yummy raspberry tart in my face and washing it down with an iced latte. I find that sometimes my knitting creations progress far quicker if I can people watch while I knit. It's amazing how many people need a caffeine fix at eight o' clock at night.
I was pleasantly surprised to find a jazz pianist (who bore a remarkable resemblance to Schroeder from the Peanuts gang) sitting at the bench tickling the black and whites. It was very obvious that he probably learned to play straight from his mother's womb and jazz music was his passion. I was reminded at how annoyed I get when people talk loudly when someone is performing. Forget annoyed. I get downright pissed off. Here's someone playing for your listening pleasure..the least you can do is shut up and give the man some respect.
So after each song, I made sure to put down my knitting and clap very loudly and talk to him about the piece he just played. I wanted him to know that I appreciated his talent and he did play an awesome variation of Radiohead's "Exit Music For a Film".
The only downfall in this entire thing was that the man had a high pitched, nasally voice and all I have to say is that it was very, very unfortunate. He sounded like a Munchkin from the Wizard of Oz! I can just imagine this man proposing marriage. Oh boy!
Needless to say, it was a very nice evening. Some good jazz, yummy pastry, ice cold latte, and I managed to knit six rows.
TONIGHT'S A-HA MOMENT: If you're sitting by a jazz pianist who sounds like a Munchkin, request he plays the jazz rendition of "Follow the Yellow Brick Road". Then leave a really big tip.
AND HERE IT IS
So I am finally ready to write this blog. For anyone who is interested, since July of 2008 I have been the less than enthusiastic author of the blog "Not In Kansas". When I started that blog ten months ago, I definitely had an idea of what it was supposed to be like. It was going to be an interesting compilation of the things I did in my day to day life, things I found funny, things I happened to think about, interesting people, stories, songs, whatever. I really thought I was going to take a portion of my day and talk about me as a whole.
Well, I think as time went by my inital goal became a bit thwarted and my posts began moving in a particular direction that was A) not a true representation of my life and B) really starting to bore the crap out of me.
Here's what I figure. It's fun and nice to share how many projects I can knit up, and what new piece of jewelry I designed, and oh, oh, oh!!! I have a new car.....here....take a look at it! It all seriousness, exciting news (in a way) but it's definitely not all I am about. I mean, let's be honest, at the end of the day....who gives a crap?? There is a reason that the first question usually is "How are you" and not "What did you make today?"
I seemed to be more interested in taking pictures to show my accomplishments, instead of just talking about my day....the good days AND the bad days. My good thoughts AND my not so great thoughts. I got caught in this cycle of "you have to make sure everything looks nice and pretty so that people feel happy when they read your blog".
But here's the bottom line.....if I am not feeling happy or cheery on a particular day, I shouldn't have to act that way......especially in a forum that I embraced for the sole reason for being myself. And even more importantly, I shouldn't only write when my life is peachy keen. Do you really want to read about the perfect person with the perfect spouse and the perfect kids in the perfect house and so on and so forth? If you do, that is awesome......head to your nearest library and trot on over to the fiction section.
There's more to me than the physical things my hands can produce. As much as I love knitting, I actually do THINK and DO other things with my life. And at the end of everyday, I have learned something. And that something is what I call (and a lot of people call, so I'm not even trying to coin the phrase as mine) the "a-ha moment"....that moment when all of a sudden things make sense. Not EVERYTHING......just something.
So hopefully, with this new found desire of wanting to truly document bits and pieces of my life without giving a shit about what people have to say about it, I bring you "Chasing The A-Ha Moment". Hope you enjoy it.
Today's a-ha moment: Trying to be goody goody all the time is boring and uninspired.
Well, I think as time went by my inital goal became a bit thwarted and my posts began moving in a particular direction that was A) not a true representation of my life and B) really starting to bore the crap out of me.
Here's what I figure. It's fun and nice to share how many projects I can knit up, and what new piece of jewelry I designed, and oh, oh, oh!!! I have a new car.....here....take a look at it! It all seriousness, exciting news (in a way) but it's definitely not all I am about. I mean, let's be honest, at the end of the day....who gives a crap?? There is a reason that the first question usually is "How are you" and not "What did you make today?"
I seemed to be more interested in taking pictures to show my accomplishments, instead of just talking about my day....the good days AND the bad days. My good thoughts AND my not so great thoughts. I got caught in this cycle of "you have to make sure everything looks nice and pretty so that people feel happy when they read your blog".
But here's the bottom line.....if I am not feeling happy or cheery on a particular day, I shouldn't have to act that way......especially in a forum that I embraced for the sole reason for being myself. And even more importantly, I shouldn't only write when my life is peachy keen. Do you really want to read about the perfect person with the perfect spouse and the perfect kids in the perfect house and so on and so forth? If you do, that is awesome......head to your nearest library and trot on over to the fiction section.
There's more to me than the physical things my hands can produce. As much as I love knitting, I actually do THINK and DO other things with my life. And at the end of everyday, I have learned something. And that something is what I call (and a lot of people call, so I'm not even trying to coin the phrase as mine) the "a-ha moment"....that moment when all of a sudden things make sense. Not EVERYTHING......just something.
So hopefully, with this new found desire of wanting to truly document bits and pieces of my life without giving a shit about what people have to say about it, I bring you "Chasing The A-Ha Moment". Hope you enjoy it.
Today's a-ha moment: Trying to be goody goody all the time is boring and uninspired.
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