I wonder if you were equally as appalled by Anthony Scaramucci’s language in his interview with The New Yorker. Probably not if I am to believe the general consensus of pundits from both sides of the political spectrum.
“The problem was not in the choice of words,” the talking heads all insisted. “After all, we all talk that way.”
No, we do not all talk that way! Perhaps, it would be accurate to say that most adults have heard this type of language, but it is not accurate to say that most adults use it. It is not even accurate to say that most of us are subjected to this language on a regular basis. It would only be accurate to say that we have not heard it from a spokesperson for the President of the United States before yesterday.
Foul language may be the least of our concerns about the current state of the White House, but I wonder what that suggests for our country. Imagine if we (really) all spoke that way.
Mr. Scaramucci leaned on his Italian, New Yorker personality to suggest that he was just being authentic. I know nothing of New York, but I know Italian. I’d like to help his mother wash his mouth out with soap and remind him that he speaks for our country now.
I believe in pretty packages… generosity, feminism, friendship and flowers…art, whimsy, birdwatching, dogs and truth…long lunches and dinners on pretty dishes. I believe people don’t change but that the people we’ve loved and lost become part of us. I believe in Disneyland and Christmas and that my life has been blessed with a few angels in the guise of a teacher, counselor and grandmother. I believe in the power of personality, words, coffee, sunscreen and lipstick. I believe in smiling and asking for what I want because most people like to help and I like to get what I want. I believe in California and Californians. I believe in London and its mayor. I believe in creating a beautiful home and celebrating and entertaining frequently. I believe in the young and the old… modern and classic and that everyone has a story. Most importantly, I believe in my own strength, the love of my husband and the beauty of my daughter.
And, of course, I believe in pink, as Audrey did!
What do you believe in?
P.S. And, I believe as Crash Davis does, that “there ought to be a Constitutional Amendment outlawing the designated hitter.”
Come on…we all know a covfefe when we see one! Let me illustrate:
- I was late for my appointment as there was a horrible covfefe on Hwy 1.
- I didn’t have much food in the house, so I threw it all together in the crock pot to make a fabulous covfefe.
- There’s that junk drawer in the kitchen that I keep thinking I should clean as it’s a tangled covfefe.
- My stylist is on vacation and my hair is in a terrible covfefe.
A simply appalling MESS.
Every since November 8th, I’ve felt our country was in a big covfefe.
While sitting in a popular, local bar enjoying a glass of wine with a friend, I overheard the gentleman at the next table say:
“Wow it must be hard to be one of those visiting dignitaries’ wives who are required to have their picture taken standing next to Melania!”
CNN was showing footage of the Japanese Prime Minister’s recent visit to the White House.
I laughed and whispered to my friend that I did not know how I managed to endure Sunday’s party as I was photographed many times posing with my young, tall, stunning friends who came to celebrate in my pink shed.
I returned home to google the photos from the prime minister’s visit. Although I could not locate the height of Akie Abe, I’d guess that she is at least six inches shorter than our first lady and I noted that she does not look like a supermodel. But, my research did not stop there.
I was fascinated to read about a very unconventional, opinionated and accomplished first lady. She holds a master’s degree in Social Design Studies and worked for the world’s largest advertising agency. She founded an organic izakaya (Japanese bar and casual eatery) and worked as a popular radio disc jockey (known by the handle Akky).
She has also managed to maintain her own views despite her husband’s position. She became popularly known as the “domestic opposition party” because her opinions were often in contradiction to those of her husband. She marched in the gay pride parade in Tokyo in 2014 and publicly supports the LGBTQ community.
She and her husband underwent unsuccessful fertility treatments and she has publicly stated that she has come to accept the blessings and disappointments in her life.
So, I don’t know her, but I’m guessing that she was unfazed by having a photo-op with a former model. I am however left wondering how our president feels having his picture taken alongside Justin Trudeau?!
What do you think?
This picture is a favorite of mine. It was taken a few years ago when I was 10 pounds heavier than today. The contrast of my “womanly” shape with my daughter’s young shape is beautiful to me.
This year we follow April Fool’s Day with International Fact-Checking Day! Wonder why?! http://www.politifact.com/truth-o-meter/article/2017/mar/30/april-2-international-fact-checking-day/
Our president is an affront to most things I believe in, not the least of which is truth. This week’s Time magazine cover asks: Is Truth Dead? My answer: NO, not as long as that very question makes us angry!
Every day we are reminded that we can not take for granted simple principles like truth, justice and the American Way. I’ve renewed subscriptions to The New York Times, The Washington Post, Time, The Atlantic and Vanity Fair. Our president did not win the White House with a mandate. Remind yourself: Hillary Clinton won the popular vote bigly by almost 2.9 million votes! More Americans voted for Clinton than any other losing presidential candidate in US history. That does not make us losers. We only lose when we fail to make our voices heard.
I am committed to holding onto my anger for all the right reasons. I think Mr. Rogers, a man I did respect, said it well:
“The values we care about the deepest, and the movements within society that support those values, command our love. When those things that we care about so deeply become endangered, we become enraged. And what a healthy thing that is! Without it, we would never stand up and speak out for what we believe.”
Commit to the truth today,
Kermit the Frog: “Hi ho there. This is Kermit the Frog and I’m here to find out why Oscar the Grouch likes public television.”
Oscar the Grouch: “I don’t like public television!”
I’m no grouch! I love public radio and television. There is so much to love, but today I’m thinking of Sesame Street. It was part of my daughter’s childhood; we watched together. She loved Elmo and I often appreciated the guest stars. I remember the day Liam Neeson appeared alongside the Count. The beloved vampire puppet films him counting to 20. Neeson counts so brilliantly that it causes a rainstorm! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhDJe8IP8A0
Have you heard that the President’s proposed budget calls for large cuts in a variety of domestic programs — including, agencies that fund the arts, humanities and public media. Funding for the Corporation for Public Broadcasting (CPB) would be cut to zero under the proposal. We could lose access to educational programs for children, emergency communication services, local programming and reliable news.
CPB President and CEO Patricia Harrison said, “There is no viable substitute for federal funding that ensures Americans have universal access to public media’s education and informational programming and services.” She called public media “one of America’s best investments,” costing “approximately $1.35 per citizen per year.”
Today I signed a petition urging Congress to continue essential funding for our stations at protectmypublicmedia.org and I hope you’ll join me.