Hey Lil Sis,
Did you ever notice how utterly craptastically last millenium LL Cool J's name is? Ladies Love Cool James? Come on, now. Who calls himself "cool?" And if you gotta flaunt it, you probably don't have a very big penis. Not that I care. I'm a lesbian. And the ladies love me. Mostly 'cause I'm cool.
Also, I don't know if you want me bloggying about this, but I'm gonna take a leap and hope yes, because I want to say that what happened at your new awesome erotic job really sucked. You did nothing wrong, and you deserve that erotic job. That's all I'm sayin'.
Additionally, I learned the other day, a la This American Life, that the staff of the Onion present 600 headlines each week at their meetings and narrow it down to that week's 16. What a selective process for such a formulaic and decidedly unfunny paper. Although the headline Cockatiel Can't Take a Punch still makes me giggle, nine years later.
Is it obvious that I'm le tired? Because I am. But I'm busy doing things, very important things, like bloggying and eating saltines, so I can't go to bed. Much too busy. What else? Oh. I tried to explain to my students today why the Bed Intruder Song has incited criticism of racism, and in some cases, homophobia, and they thankfully didn't give me the blank wishwashy look that drives me crazy, but they DID start arguing with me about how it was damn funny, not offensive at all, etc. It was totally a segue into a lesson about being informed and conscientious in the public domain, but that went out the window when they started singing.
Although it is damn funny. And a good tune.
Love,
Big Sis
