My PMS Christian Bitchezz
…Like me.
Mmkay, short post today, ’cause I have lots of junk to do before going home to Texas and indulging in meatballs.
But two short newsy items.
This just in: The io9 team just put up a post about females having babies later in life and thusly prolonging their life spans (at least according to studies on fly genes, of course, which are really reliable sources). The comments are better than the story. The consensus? Bitch and moan, we don’t want to live longer. Wahhh. Shut the hell up.
Sorry, I’m PMS. Big time. (Mom tie-in: From the first time mom used this shorthand to justify a particularly rotten temperment, the little linguist in me was perplexed: “You’re Premenstrual Syndrome?” This, of course, is not the question to put to the woman who is PMS.)
Other: I’m reviewing a new release from first-time author and fabulous Dallasite/single mom Kim Gatlin. Her new book Good Christian Bitches is such a guilty pleasure (the cleavage-heavy book cover caught the attention of every male within a mile of “my” coffee shop), and terribly familiar territory if you’re used to SMU sorority girls that never quite make it past that stage of life. Or if you were raised Catholic like me, where after services let out, people tried to run over each other in the parking lot.
How you say, C’est la vie in Latin?
November 25th, 2008 at 9:34 pm
I may be posting this one or two postings late. But I do have something to say about the Highland Park (Dallas) book author that betrays her friends.
But before I get to that… Have you ever heard Ray Wylie Hubbard sing about going to a family reunion? The song, written by another Texas artist James McMurtry, describes the scene of a family headed back to Oklahoma for a family reunion (which they hadn’t been in years, ‘cept that Uncle Slaton is gettin’ on in years…). To get the kids to calm down for the long trip, the songwriter claims to have slipped some Vodka into the childrens’ Cherry Cokes. More on that here:
http://www.myspace.com/jamesmcmurtry (For the over-40 types, please click on the song in the jukebox player thing called “Chocktaw Bingo” to get the full effect of my drift).
As mean as you portray your poor mom, she was NEVER that mean and I am denying you any claim to a seat on Dr. Phil’s (and Oprah’s) couch.
Back to the Bitch of Highland Park… That author DEFINITELY would slip Vodka into her kids’ Cherry Coke… in order to have peace at the hair stylist.
The Oak
November 26th, 2008 at 12:56 am
hahahaha I’ll have to read that book. The title just cracks me up.
So, I’m sitting in Bush airport….huh huh…(can’t say that Bush without cracking a sly grin)….and I’m missing you and so sad I can’t be there at Meatball Tuesday. grrrr