Friday Wrap Up

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Remember these? 

The little bits of the week that don't quite make up a blog post?

The weekly reflection of posts, comments and life in general?

Funny how rooted in tradition a blog can become. What? It's me who is rooted in tradition? You're kidding, right? I can be spontaneous ... or at least I can use spontaneous in a sentence!

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In addition to leaving tumblr (with the door open) I've started spending a little more time on facebook (it's the only way I can play Bejeweled Blitz). As more and more of my family drinks the facebook Kool-Aid, it's also an efficient way to keep up with them ... and let them keep up with me.

The down side? Sometimes my dad talks about visiting porn sites on my facebook wall *rolls eyes*

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Back to blogging just one week and I managed to pick up where I left off - irritating people who don't want to be publicly accountable, but do want to spew their vile rhetoric in a public forum.

My name is Dana and I am a troll.

I'm not the ugly kind of troll who hides under a bridge and leaves nasty comments anonymously, or the kind that writes comments and then deletes them so that the public can't see them but the writer can, or even the kind of troll who writes passive-aggressive posts in response to someone else's post never mentioning the person so that they can always claim they didn't say it.

Nope! I'm the kind of troll who will post a controversial opinion just to get people stirred up. The kind of troll who will call you on your shit in front of everyone without asking for your permission. Think of me as a Shrek troll. Shuddup! I know Shrek is an ogre, not a troll, but if he were a troll he would be just like me!

And you know what?

I'm good with that!

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I need to do a Cam update (who is now officially old enough to drive and eligible to get his driver's license in June), a Voldemort update (my new nickname for "husband" because I know how much people love it when bloggers use aliases), and a "My-Favorite-Stalker" update (no, not you Kimmeh ... nor your buddy Denis).

Next week!

I promise!

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Gender Reveal Parties?

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My friend Jana posted the following tweet yesterday:

I had never heard of a "Gender Reveal Party". My first thought was it must be an event where some of the attendees dress in drag and, throughout the night, everyone tries to guess their gender. After each party guest consumes the mandatory 20 Jell-O shots, someone rings the "Gender Reveal" bell and everyone takes off their clothes, revealing their gender.

Imagine my disappointment surprise when I googled the term and discovered a "Gender Reveal Party" was:

A popular party where an expecting couple, along with their friends and family, find out the sex of their baby for the first time in a creative way. The ultrasound technician seals the news in an envelope, which is then dropped off with a baker. The baker then bakes a cake with the appropriate gender color filling and/or cake color (that's blue for a boy - pink for a girl - gender stereotyping begins in utero now), but decorates it in a non-gender specific manner. At the party, the expecting parents cut the cake to learn the gender of their baby(ies), sharing that special moment with all of their guests.

Are you kidding me?

It seems like a really bad idea to give an uncomfortably pregnant woman, standing next to the man she will be screaming obscenities at during delivery, a sharp knife ... especially in front of a bunch of witnesses party guests.

We know the party guests are not giddy with anticipation of learning the baby's gender. Nooooo ... they are looking at the expecting parents, imagining them naked in the Carnal Crisscross position, which is a bit uncomfortable (and strangely erotic) for Great Aunt Betsy!

Look, I get that pregnancy is an exciting life event, but soon enough that little Crotch Parasite is going to escape from it's protective shell, screaming, spewing unidentifiable liquids from all of its orifices, and inducing sleep deprivation for the next 18 years.

My guess?

The parents are going to wish they attended my version of a "Gender Reveal Party" soon enough.

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When Jokers Go Bad

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Seldom does a blog post piss me off to the point that I keep it in my reader for over a month just in case I start blogging again ... but THIS ONE did.

Not because it was written so poorly and was full of ignorance.

If you are going to go bat-shit crazy on Black History Month, you should probably do a little research to learn why it is we celebrate the month. It's difficult to take your post seriously when your argument is completely invalid because you obviously have no clue why it is a crucial observance in this country.

Not because those who have to tell me they aren't racist (his exact words were, "Now those of you who read this post and think I am a racist bastard...well...GO FUCK YOURSELF!") are usually the ones who truly are racist.

Not even because he included pics like THIS in his post.

No ... it pissed me off because I have little respect for people who need to spew highly offensive racial slurs to (attempt to) make their point. Especially when that someone happens to be a person I've met in person, had a few beers with, and who knows my son is half black.

It matters not that he called himself a spic (in case you aren't familiar, a derogatory and offensive term for people of Hispanic descent - assumed to be derived from a Spanish accented pronunciation of "No spic (speak) English") before he proclaimed, "The person who came up with Black History Month is a Nigger."

No ... his ignorance and racism are in no way abated by his clever use of mock self-loathing.

I might have been somewhat forgiving had his blatant racism appeared in just one post, but he decided to carry on the theme with THIS post and THIS post. All in the month that we celebrate Black History. Tasteless would be a great understatement.

He closes his post by stating:

So, in celebration of Black History Month, I say......

FUCK YOU! (emphasis his)

I would rather celebrate Let's be Human Month.......

I've got news for you Denis, if we celebrated Let's Be Human Month? You'd be left out of that celebration too!

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