1. That Newsweek cover.
KIA already has a tarnished image with me. A friend’s KIA burst into flames with her and her two adorable girls inside (fortunately, all are fine) but just hearing her tell the story, including KIA’s shoulder-shrugging “oh well, shit happens” response to the incident, makes me think that this ad is just another way KIA is spinning its wheels … or, more appropriately, Kovering Its Ass.
3. That TSA diaper-change.
Now, I’ve been known to leave a cup of coffee on the trunk of my car, so I know these sorts of a-duh moments sometimes happen. But leaving an unattended AK-15 rifle (one that is LOADED, mind you) on the back of a police vehicle warrants more than a write-up in one’s file and a day’s suspension.
5. Tracy Morgan.
Enough from you. Just SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. ALREADY. You’ve dropped the R-word one too many times, and you’ve referred to people with disabilities as chimps. As the statement from Spread the Word to End the Word says, “Tracy Morgan is absolutely correct when he said mothers, family members, loved ones and friends of people with intellectual disabilities are not to be ‘messed with.'” Just don’t. And stop.
It’s better today, right now (thank God) but WTF has been up with the gawd-awful slowness of Facebook? Does Mark Zuckerberg have a few bucks to get this fixed already? It’s horrible and it is making me feel like I’m back in the freakin’ dial-up connection age. I’ve read any number of articles and theories – ranging from a) too many ads or b) too many vacation photos being uploaded to c) a gazillion unemployed college graduates suddenly having nothing to do, on top of nearly 10% of the country being unemployed and sitting around Facebooking all day (I happen to fall into that category, thank you very much, and realize I am probably part of the problem.)
But it IS a problem because … well … (hangs head in shame )… I’m a Facebook addict, dammit. I love Facebook, and I love that I can reach out and touch any of my 229 nearest and dearest Friends anytime I want, and this summer with me home with the kids 24/7, it’s kind of a lifeline. Seriously.
And I’m well aware that it’s no coincidence that all of the above “news” stories (except the AK-15 one, which I learned about while reading Savage Love) were ones that I learned about on … you guessed it, Facebook. Girl’s gotta have her soapbox, y’know?
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