Please stop -- I can't take it anymore! The drivel of the news ....
It's two years since I published this extract from my writers journal dated November 27,2009. I'd unpublished almost a year ago, but today I decided, what the heck. Let it be. It's not bad writing, not bad at all. And nothing much has changed since that day -- sadly. -- Lynda December 2, 2011
I can't take it anymore -- please make it stop!
I was going to take this week off from writing hubs. I have bigger things to write, and rewrite, and rewrite. I thought I was perhaps using hubpages as a distraction from dealing with the writing I must do. So, I told myself, take a week off. Yes, I allowed, I can read my favorites every morning with my coffee, and I must, every day, read a hubber whose work I haven’t read yet.
But I would not write, I vowed. Not until I caught up on my bigger projects.
So today, I was reworking some dialogue and scenes with my old friend CNN softly muttering in the background. Big mistake – both today and yesterday. My head was full of distractions and CNN was feeding them.
My friend, Kartika Damon, wrote a very thought provoking article about bimbos and headlines, and that set off a train of thought that would not vacate my mind – but I did my best. To no avail.
Yesterday, aforementioned bimbo was all over the news. Carrie Prejean, you’ve all heard the name. Well I hadn’t. I’m serious. There’s a certain side to the news my mind automatically throws into the spam file, and I’m not even aware of it. I didn’t know. Nope, not until yesterday, when I read Kartika’s article, and then my ears were all attuned to it. Presto! There she was.
I listened, but not wholeheartedly. Then, my curiosity aroused I googled her – and got the low down. Then I really listened. (Apologies to my editor; I know I should have been doing other things.) I heard her say, “I thought we had freedom of speech and look what happened to me. I was attacked. I was punished.”
Let’s see. Um, they found a few videos of you naked on a bed, doing sexually explicit acts, but we, the public, aren’t allowed to see them, cause they’re too racy. (Not that we really wanted to.) Gee – I never knew a crotch shot constituted speech of any kind – free or not. Honey, that orifice doesn’t speak; that’s not its purpose. And what it is for doesn’t belong on film – not for anyone.
“Oh, but I was only seventeen, and young and it was the biggest mistake I ever made.”
That’s called child porn and is illegal, darling. There’s something your Mum should have told you – think before you speak. Besides, the others out there claim you were twenty. And I don’t wonder why -- silly girl. I expected better judgment from my daughters when they were thirteen, so don't sob on my shoulder.
“I was fired!”
Well, rightfully so -- what ever made you think a job had no responsibilities? Now I don’t like the idea of beauty pageants at all – find them ridiculous, pathetic and demeaning. That’s my old lady opinion.
When I was a girl, I remember watching them. But back then, the contestants weren’t miracles of modern medicine; they were real. And they not only looked good, they were judged on poise, ability to speak (and in those days, it went beyond ‘I want world peace.’) They had to show talent and yes, the baton twirlers were dubious, but I remember young women who wrote and read their own work, played the piano, danced ballet, enacted famous female monologues – well you get the picture. The prize was a scholarship, to be used for an education, not new boobs.
We girls admired them. In our awkward pubescent fantasies, we were them.
And therein lies the rub. Even though the whole spectacle has degenerated to an unnatural emphasis on unnatural bodies and faces, you still influence our girls. And what kind of role model are you?
I’m glad you were fired, and stop whining about it – please.
“I’m a victim of the press.”
Then stop. Say thanks but no thanks to the press dance. They’ll soon leave you alone. But that’s not what you want – no, not at all. You’re enjoying every minute of your affected “ I’m-just-a-victim” routine. My heavens, this is more attention than you could have ever imagined, had you played by the rules. And you wrote a book about it, too – how darling. And tell me did you write it yourself?
But you weren’t alone. No, another tells-all, and poor me, and screw-them-it’s-time-to-score-a-few-points-myself book also hit the market. (And it wasn’t my fault McCain lost – honest.) Well sugar, you sure didn’t help him.
Today – today, that’s all that happened in the world! I’m serious. Hour after hour, of Sara Palin – it was driving me crazy – but you note, I didn’t turn it off. No. I really must listen to this, I told myself. I must try to understand this country I’m spending so much time in.
The effort is driving me crazy.
I should be creating something of meaning, something that comes from my heart – my book. That’s what I’m supposed to be doing, but I’m fascinated by the spectacle I see before me. I can barely believe it. Panels have been organized – three or four different ones and all women. How interesting, but sad -- at the same time.
Now I’m not saying Sara Palin is a bimbo, or anywhere near the class of Carrie Prejean. I’m not that well informed. To tell you the truth, I was one of the fools that discounted her years ago – when she first showed up, and assumed she was a flash in the pan.
“I’m just a regular American – a hockey mum and God Bless the hockey mums.”
God bless them indeed. I’m Canadian and I know all about hockey mums. But I don’t know I want them to lead my country. I don’t think they play hockey in China, and excuse me – but is Sara Palin who you want to send over there to negotiate terms for your co-existence – one that has become symbiotic to your survival? Or do you want Sara Palin to try to deal with Pakistan?
She’d probably do okay with Canada. After all, for a lot of years she was closer to us than you. And she’s a hockey mum – the warm fuzzies take over.
One of her supporters – a young woman – states, “How can you say she’s not qualified? She was the governor of the biggest state in the union for two years.”
The biggest state in the union – of course I think Texas – but then remember she was the governor of Alaska. (Yes, of course it’s bigger.) What fun! We know Alaska, we Canadians. Alaska has a population of 686,293 people and even though they’re spread pretty thin, most of the state comes under the Federal Government anyway as it is restricted access military territory. So she’s the equivalent of the mayor of a medium sized city in the U.S. And for two whole years. Is it like speed reading -- learn to govern in twenty-four months or less?
And she quit! Think about that. She quit, halfway through.
Of course, then the subject of her “sexy” magazine cover came up. By this time I wanted to thrust my fingers down my throat, the taste in my mouth was so bad -- on all fronts. Not so much that she posed for it – though I’d hardly consider that Presidential comportment, but what was made of it. It’s a running magazine and she follows the sport. Could it not be she was showing off her great physical shape in that context? (So there! – I see both sides of an equation.)
That’s not what why I fear she may very well become a serious contender. It’s because, from my point of view as an outsider, I see that she is just plain not competent to run this country, nor to represent this country to the world. And it wouldn’t matter to me if she was Rep. or Dem. She just isn’t that … (oh my God, I’m stuck searching for the right word) – Mature? Ready? Educated? Worldly? Informed? Yes, all of these and I have to say – smart. Hopefully it’s not that big a fear. After all, the latest polls show “only 29% of Americans think she’s fit to be President” and then suddenly, I’m shaking, scared to think that that many do. (It's almost a third)
Here we are – almost a year after the last election and she’s still filling up the airwaves. And I’m not at all sure why that is – it’s definitely beyond this non-resident alien’s understanding.
One thing I can say – the staff of CNN might as well get down in the streets and flog her book personally – why not? Could they have given her a bigger release day publicity ride? Isn’t that what it’s all about? So get out there and push that book.Be good little minions.
(She didn’t even write it, anyway.)
I wonder about this elevation of women I can honestly say I find embarrassing. Of all the smart, serious, interesting, informed, charismatic American women – are these really the best you can thrust into the limelight? Carrie – send her back to school. Sara – she does have some interesting qualities and I suspect she’d make a decent talk show host, or even an opinion news show commentator – along the lines of Glen Beck. Don’t you think?
But President – ooooh, the thought gives me a shivery feeling. Please don’t make the first woman President of the United States this woman – who to be kind, does have her interesting qualities. But leadership is not one of them.
I remember all the jokes about Barbara Bush and her looks – as if she wasn’t qualified to be the wife of the President -- (I don’t buy in to this whole first lady routine. It seems kind of silly. I couldn’t even tell you the name of the Prime Minister’s wife, because in Canada, such things are unimportant – and we certainly don’t want to know anything about their sex lives, even if they are getting blow jobs behind the chairs in the House of Commons – we’re that kind of country.) At any rate, I have trouble believing she wasn’t acceptable to be the President’s wife because she wasn’t glamorous. There was nothing wrong with B.B.’s looks – she looks like what she is – a grandmother and matriarch. We should all be so lucky. Have we become so frivolous, so superficial , so shallow that we demand “display” attributes of all women? Welcome to the world of the Barbies.
What was it all for? All that work and struggle back then, if this is what women are reduced to – yet again.
Where are all the women in this country who are making new inroads in medicine and research, leading the charge in legal issues, writing Pulitzer prize-winners, captaining industry and heading families in these difficult times? Why are we listening to hours of drivel from women who do not represent the reality of American life? And are not suitable role models for any of us?
We are adults. We have brains. Please treat us accordingly.
Can we please have some real news – it’s a big world. Don’t make me turn to the BBC to find out what’s happening out there.