On Imus.

I try to stay away from the media. So when something reaches me, you know the media’s screaming.

I’m only peripherally aware of Imus of “Imus in the Morning”. I couldn’t even tell you what radio station he’s on. I can’t say I know anything about him, or the fact that he’s apparently ‘contraversial’. However, thanks to Mass Media, I’ve become aware that he said some bad words. Apparently, in reference to the Rutgers women’s basketball team, he referred to them as nappy-headed hoes.

I’m not going to debate context, or whether it’s offensive. I’m annoyed that it’s not this individual who is spreading this phrase of “nappy-headed hoes”. Oh no. I certainly didn’t hear it from him. I heard it from the loud voice of mass media. I’ve seen it on The Internets. I think I’ve seen it on the TVs on campus. And I’ve seen it on the front pages of my local newspaper.

I glanced at a couple of the articles, and I’m dumbfounded. The phrase is being treated as if he personally went to their houses and accused them of being promiscuous sluts with bad hair. One of the players was quoting saying that she felt she’s a victim of racism. Oh boy, never insult the niggers.

OH SHIT, THE THOUGHT POLICE WILL BE AFTER ME.

Let’s suppose somebody out there decides to call me a cracker. I’m not aware of this. Then somebody I don’t know notices, “Hey, how dare you call Timmy a cracker!” A media circus is initiated, and someone says to me, “Hey, did you here so-and-so called you a cracker?” I think I’d wonder, “…Why are you telling me this?”

I mean. Isn’t the best way to eliminate stupidity and morons to ignore them? Radio is easy to ignore. Just change the station. Ratings go down, and they’ll get canceled. On OD, we can simply X out the window and ignore the person. Interest dies, and they have no audience to write to.

But instead, the phrase nappy-headed hoes is broadcast to an audience far larger than ever intended. In the end, it’s mass media that ends up sensationalizing what might have just been an off-comment that nobody else would have remembered. Thank you, mass media, for telling me about these nappy-headed hoes. And you’re welcome for letting know know about the nappy-headed hoes.

Put simply, I don’t agree with his statements, but I defend his right to be a douchebag.

People are stupid. I’m so glad that there are no thought police, as yet. I’d be screwed. In a non-pleasant way. You seem to be slightly more aware of the media than I am, as this is the first I’d heard about the “issue” in question. Hrm.

Hairy and pretty. Yes, I just called your balls pretty. I suppose I should get off my scrawny white rump and get organised, so I can go tell my boss that I won’t be able to work for the next few weeks. Some bogus excuse about going back on my meds, which I may or may not have the courage to do, yet. I make excuse after excuse for not going back on them, but I figure I probably should pretendto take care of myself. Eh. Who am I kidding, I’ll end up sitting here for another hour, working on my novel and listening to music. Procrastination is what Candice does best.

i think your last sentence says it all. when that segment came on, bren and i looked at each other and said, at exactly the same time, “slow news day”.

Rocky Balboa makes my clitoris want to run away and hide, never to be touched again >.> It’s funny, I’m nearly 23, yet I still feel like a teenager, but not in a fun kind of way. I have no idea what I’m doing. I have my own house, a daughter, bills and other “grown up” things that need taking care of, yet I feel like I should be living. Not freaking out over the fact I can barely afford to eat.Scratch that, can’t afford to eat. Yay for a forced relapse. I have, however, decided to quit smoking. This will be interesting.

That last link was fantastic. Balls = <3 One day, the men of the world will realise what they’re missing out on, what with my love for male genitalia. My ex-husband used to love curling up on the sofa and watching a dvd with me, as without fail, every time, my hand would wander downwards and idly stroke his cock. I never even noticed, to me most of the time, it’s just more skin. I have a skin fetish, and believe that every part of the body needs touching; it doesn’t ALWAYS have to be sexual, sometimes it’s just nice to be loved on.

You have the second-sexiest armpits I’ve ever seen. Yup. As for my cooter potentially smelling and tasting like an ashtray… I have no idea. It’s possible. The select few men whom I’ve permitted to go snack down there haven’t complained. I’d get annoyed because they never wanted to stop. All well and good, but for f’cks sake, when Candice wants the cock, she wants it NOW. So, anyway, either these men like the taste of ash, or I taste pretty damn good. I must remember to keep snorkel gear nearby, next time I decide to play with someone; I fear one day I will drown a man.

Nooo, no importing me to America. Although for me it would be exporting. Anyway; I wouldn’t last very long in the US, I’d either be deported for running my mouth, or I’d go crazy and just want to come home. I could clone myself, I suppose. Then I wouldn’t be special, though. Hrm. You could always come here. 😛

One thing you’ll learn very fast is this: Never attempt to bluff Candice. If you can wait until Wednesday when I have money for postage… 😛 Oh I never want it slipped in straight away, I just get impatient to return the favour, in some manner. I’m weird like that, I suppose. Also, I don’t judge America by the government, I judge by the Americans I’ve met. More to the point, it’s not Australia, and Australia is home. Always will be. Although Finland is tempting, seeing as I’m half Finnish. Yay for being somewhat Scandinavian!

Aanndd- “My god, I love cunnilingus. But what if we .. we..” What if we what? Don’t tempt my curiosity like that, it drives me insane. 😛

Why have you not had a chance to wank tonight? Noting me used up precious wanking time, what are you thinking, man!? Oohh it’s on. Your address has been copied out and placed in my purse, awaiting Wednesday’s paycheque. I will certainly have a wank for you. Even if you are from Jersey. 😛

Cuddles, particularly with the intimacy and comfort that nudity brings, are often better for you than sexual release. As great as the latter can be, there’s something primally satisfying about cuddling. It’s under-rated, and more people should do it. I hope tomorrow is less stressful for you, and that you sleep peacefully. I’m sending mind-snuggles your way.

People who think there is any such thing as free speech anymore or ever for that matter, are deluding themselves. This is a prime example. I support your right to support his right to be an intolerant jack ass. But here’s a though…why did we only hear from the black girls on that team? why didnt that white chick get to talk??? media is $O$W$N$E$D$

Not just a cracker, a cracker with bad hair. C’mon now, get it right! 🙂

Aha! You’re awake! Did you sleep well? You know, maybe you’re so gassy because it’s morning. Some people fart a lot when they wake up. Something to do with how they breathe during sleep. The human body is a strange and wonderful creature.

Hrm. I wish I could make it so you have no stressors.

Lately, a pack of 40 cigarettes lasts me approximately 48 hours. Disgusting. I don’t care if you fart, m’dear. Sorry to burst your bubble, but there will be no repressing or changing, here. Besides, if I get mad at you for farting, I’d kind of have to hold my own in, and that’s not much fun. 😛

If weaning were an option, it would be preferable. Alas, I ran out of money two days ago, and have no more until next Wednesday. I did have $10, but the fact that my cupboards were bare and my fridge empty… Yeah, food for the Demonspawn takes priority over my stinky deathly habit. I’m fully aware that I’m going to go mad, thus why I wrote somewhat of a warning. I’ve also taken time off work. Yup. I’m disgusted with myself, for admitting to being that f’cked up by it, let alone actually BEING that dependant, but eh. You do what you’ve gotta do, I suppose. Naked is grand. Yet another advantage to living alone- I don’t have to get dressed to eat, if I don’t want to. 🙂

You don’t have frizzy hair, silly.

If they are going to censor people, then it needs to be across the board. All or nothing.. but I still defend people’s rights to free speech, whether it’s right or wrong. Secondly, I think that the censorship(if they choose to go there) should be based on INTENT, not on what words were said. *shrugs*

Sadly, you really should never come to Seattle then.

I would rather not hurt your lovely manbits, thank you. Of course I chose to feed my Demonspawn. She’s far cuter when she’s happy and well-fed. Her name is Alleira Jayde. *grins* She was conceived within the bounds of marriage, albeit against my will. She’s 3 years old, yes she was breastfed but only for 6 weeks as I couldn’t stand it, and if she had been born a boy I wouldn’t have had her circumsized. None of my children ever will be. *shudders* I’m not that cruel, and it’s not my right to dictate. *shuts up before that turns into a rant* Glad you pooped. 🙂 I’m waiting for my neighbour to get home, so I can go visit and hopefully nark one of his beers. Quite likely a cigarette, too. Oh well, a smoke here and there is all good. I have no delusions that I’m able to go cold turkey. Just as long as I cut back drastically, all will be well.

No, I wasn’t high. Why? As for the cigarettes… I DID just stop buying them. Sure, it was encouraged by the fact that I ran out of money, but it’s as good a reason as any. Enjoy your shower, I’m off to read a book, methinks. Or something. I don’t see sleep happening tonight, so I may as well feed my mind. I’ll likely be around, periodically.