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Archive for January 20th, 2011

Yesterday, all of the Republican lemmings from the House of Representatives made good on a campaign promise to big insurance companies by voting to repeal health care reform. Not a single one of them could actually think for themselves or care for their non-business constituents. Instead the entire sorry lot strolled right up to the edge of the precipice and leapt off at their lobbyists command.
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Though a largely symbolic move, it is also very cynical. Why? Because these same conservative representatives have no qualms with keeping their own “Wall Street version” of  federal health insurance coverage while at the same time they were voting to eliminate our “Main Street version.” Talk about a sick double-standard (pun intended).
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Hypocrisy is too kind of a word for what took place yesterday. Cowardly deceit is a more appropriate description. Most of them should be working for Burger King, because they were telling some real whoppers.
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One thing these Republicans did accomplish yesterday was to put renewed emphasis on the “con” in the word conservative. The con of misstating the facts,  the con of spreading misinformation, and the con of deceiving the American public for purely selfish reasons.

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Mind your own beeswax

“This the line to get ice cream, young lady?”

The stranger questioned my mother as the three of us were standing in line. She answered yes, to which he said, “You getting ice cream for your granddaughters here?” Then he turned to me and my sister. “Maybe you should buy for grandma.”

Talk about awkward. My sister and I froze in disbelief, then my mother responded, “Try Mom.”

The man fell over himself trying to apologize. I couldn’t–and still can’t–understand what would prompt someone to make that comment to a perfect stranger. But he wasn’t the first to make that mistake and I’m sure he won’t be the last. Yes, my parents are old enough to be my grandparents. No, that isn’t any of your business, and you look like an ass when you assume otherwise.

It really amazes me the things people feel comfortable asking perfect strangers. My sister and I were taking a bus tour on our vacation last summer, and the woman sitting next to us was very chatty. She wanted to know why we were in Hawaii–we were celebrating my sister’s graduation from college.

“Oh, do you have any other siblings?”

Again–awkward. “Our older brother died a few years ago.” That shut her up pretty quickly. What kind of response was she expecting? “Yes, but we don’t love our brother enough to invite him along”?

In this day and age, not only is it rude, but it’s futile to try to decipher relationships among random people on the street. That white woman is likely the black children’s mother and not their nanny. The 60-year-old man could be the father, grandfather, uncle or cousin of the 8-year-old boy. And guess what?

It’s none of your business.

Unless a stranger offers you that information, you have no right to ask for it. It’s called “respecting people’s privacy.”

It’s not a coincidence these same people feel the need to pry into your personal life. “Do you have a girlfriend?” “When are you getting married?” “Do you have kids?” “When are you two having kids?” “When are you having another kid?” “When are you going to get a job?” “Why were you passed over for that promotion?”

I’m sure most people have been asked one of those questions at some point in their life. The thing is, if you’re the one asking, you are not entitled to that information. There is no relationship that entitles you to the most private details of a person’s life. Even if she’s been your best friend for 20 years, you shouldn’t ask her when she’s planning to get pregnant, for several reasons: 1) she might not want kids; 2) she might not be able to have kids; 3) it’s none of your business.

I watched the Golden Globes on Sunday, and I felt bad for the celebrities who were constantly asked about their personal lives. I don’t feel comfortable sharing some of that information with those closest to me, let alone millions of strangers.

Unfortunately, in the age of social media, people feel as if they have the right to know every little thing about your life. And some people don’t mind sharing those details, but a lot of people do. So before you ask an intensely personal question, ask yourself how you’d feel answering that question. If it would make you uncomfortable, change the subject.

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According to a January 13th article on the New Urban News Network, civil engineers at the University of California (Berkeley) have estimated that there are 800 million parking spaces in the United States. Yes, you read that number correctly, 800,000,000 stupid parking spaces! That is approximately 2.7 parking spaces for every man, woman, and child living in this country. Please note, the calculation did not include pavement from roads, streets, highways, runways, sidewalks, tarmacs, or driveways, just parking spaces.

Using a standard 10 foot x 20 foot space as a barometer, the civil engineer’s also estimated those 800 million parking spaces amount to 160 billion square feet of land area or 3.67 million acres of concrete and asphalt (an area larger than the entire state of Connecticut).

So, unless you are a parking lot operator or an asphalt or concrete contractor, these are some pretty sorry numbers. The data provides 800 million examples of how much the United States is addicted to oil.

Despite her best efforts, it appears Joni Mitchell was not able to redirect our steady march towards paving paradise (or at least Connecticut) in order to put up parking lots. The lyrics to “Big Yellow Taxi” are provided below:

“Big Yellow Taxi,” by Joni Mitchell

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel *, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot

Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They took all the trees
Put ‘em in a tree museum *
And they charged the people
A dollar and a half just to see ‘em

Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Hey farmer farmer
Put away that DDT * now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please!

Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Late last night
I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Took away my old man

Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

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