Fallin’ for you
This blog is dedicated to all the men who have fallen for me… literally.
To the hot-dogger who spilled it big time in front of me while I was sippin' a frozen, alcoholic beverage on my porch- the Australian judge gave you a 8.5, while the generous American in me gave you a 9.2! Not only did you manage to eat it on your bike while attempting a sharp U-turn from the street onto the rock-ridden sidewalk; but you also managed to scurry off into your house quite quickly once you looked over to see if I saw your massive spill. I should give you an extra .03 points, however, for still keeping your latex life-like dildo visible in your kitchen window for over a week now. I wonder though if it is a bit of a distraction sitting there in your drying rack for your dishes.
And to the "oh-shit!"-wanna-be-skateboarder, maybe if you weren't fiddling with your mp3 player between your breaks on the cellphone, you wouldn't have ate a grass and asphalt salad. I give you a 6.3, while China gave you a 8.0 (something about honor). Your low score is due to the fact that nothing on the sidewalk could have possibly stuck your wheels so abruptly. Perhaps while you were scanning for your Black Eyed Peas song your wheels clipped the edge of the grass along the very-wide sidewalk. I did give you a few extra tenth-points for quickly looking over to me to see if I witnessed the wipe-out. It seems to be a common reaction from men who eat it in front of females!
Trademark the Sacred
The tobacco company Phillip Morris is in trouble again with a PR quandary. Recently a New Zealander went to Israel on vacation and found a pack of cigarettes with the words "Maori Mix" on it, along with symbols sacred to the Maoris in NZ. When a tribal coalition against tobacco got wind of this and confronted PM on the matter, one of the spokespersons from the industry giant stated that the sacred symbols "were not trademarked."
This comment upset me to no end. Not only because I find it morally offensive that someone would exploit cultural and sacred symbols for corporate gain on a product that kills people; but also because privatization has become a growing monster that strips people who lack money and power of what is afforded to them by simply belonging to the earth or a group.
Who cares if the Maoris haven't copyrighted or trademarked their own language and cultural heritage? What kind of "socially responsible" industry shows no regard for people's religious and cultural beliefs?
One thing to learn from society, especially the Kiwis, is don't mess with the sacred. It should be an area devoid of financial greed and manipulation. (Did you hear that as well, James Dobson, Jerry Falwell, and Pat Robertson!?) Look at the stink Jesus raised when merchants were making a profit off of swindling religious folk at the temples. He overturned their tables and chased them off with a whip!
I wish I could see the same indignation happen today, and not just with Phillip Morris who claims that they used the Maori symbols and language to show that they are "accepting of cultural diversity."
On a separate note, I pine for the day that music enthusiasts won't buy crappy Christian music just because the words: salvation, righteousness, Jesus, Savior, sanctify, etc… are mentioned dozens of times; and not because the musicians are actually Christians with integrity and have talent (there is an excellent South Park episode on this).
But I digress in my diatribes about exploitation… I must go now and think about what I'm having for lunch. I hear there are Pride Sandwiches being sold with arsenic laced in them. It may kill me, but <shrug> the retailers obviously care about my issues and identity since they put a rainbow on the packaging. (Note my sarcasm, as cigarettes have arsenic in them also.)
