Kiss Kiss Bye Bye

What happens when a "woman of a certain age" has had it up to here with her philandering partner to whom she's given what some may consider the best years of her life?

Joy Behar provokes an already angry Shannon Tweed to walk out on her partner of 28 years, Gene Simmons. If you want to see a guy squirm when confronted with his shortcomings (bwahahaha), watch the video.




Now, we all know she must have known what she was getting into when she hooked up with this guy.  I mean, who hasn't seen his tongue action?  She was once Hugh Hefner's GF so I'm guessing she liked the high life regardless of her partner's proclivities.

Once you reach a certain age, however, you want to relax.  You want to know your partner stands behind you, figuratively speaking of course.  You want to feel safe.  Gene Simmons does not equal safe. 

28 years = alotta dough, married or no.  You go Shannon!

P.S.  If you're out of the country & can't see the video, here's the link to Joy Behar's blog where I picked it up:  http://joybehar.blogs.cnn.com/2011/06/13/shannon-tweed-walks-out-on-gene-simmons-during-taping/

Who's Sorry Now?

What can you say about these idiots that hasn't been printed or is about to be?  Let's begin with the absolutely hilarious headline by Andy Borowitz,

Schwarznegger:

'I am the Sperminator'

Short article follows. 

Then there's this rich fascisti who happens to own the majority of the Italian television :

Inside Berlusconi's 

'Bunga Bunga' parties: 

Explosive Details of Italian PM's Sex Scandal

Whatever a "bunga bunga" party may be, the UK's Guardian has it covered and so does Huff Post.  Of course, this is a drop in the bucket of accusations against this Italian PM.  He is a dear friend of Muammar Gadaffi; his media empire influences approximately 90% of the Italian population, according to some.  He is 79 years old, likes big breasted, underage women whom he "allegedly" pays to have sex. 

A more disturbing accusation in which details are so graphic and terrible one reporter on MSNBC this morning said they could not be revealed, IMF head Dominique Strauss-Kahn has been arrested for sexually assaulting a maid in his New York hotel.  His attempt to flee the country before apprehension resulted in a multitude of headlines and angled stories.  HuffPost  focused on the limited facts:   

  

IMF Chief Held Without Bail in Hotel Sex Case



The Washington Post took an interesting approach focusing on "messy marital histories" of politicians and the NYTimes explore the "code of silence" in France about the secret lives of politicians.

The material is endless:  Newt, Edwards, Ensign, Clinton...and these are just the offending heterosexuals who come to mind. 

Sex and politics.  It never gets old. 

The Return of Chest Hair

msn.com has a headline with Hugh Jackman's photo touting "The Return of Chest Hair" with a question mark. I don't think it's much of a question. You either like it or you don't...at least, that's what I thought when I was young.

My boyfriends, for the most part, were always smooth-chested. No, they weren't shaving. I mean, this was the late sixties-mid seventies for God's sake! HAIR was in! I just found I always preferred the non-hairy chest. I remember one guy we knew who was the hairiest guy on the beach. He had hair on his chest, his back, his shoulders...everywhere! He was truly hirsute and I didn't even know what that word meant. We, my closest girlfriends & I, thought it was gross. He couldn't help it, of course. He may have even thought it manly because he was a popular guy. And, he had gorgeous eyelashes.

Anyway, I really didn't get into hairy chests until my twenties. Robert Reford showed the world the most beautiful blonde-haired chest in "The Way We Were". Woo Hoo!!!! I started dating a guy with a hairy chest and it was not a buzz kill by any means. Tom Selleck was on the air doing "Magnum", Ted Danson was doing "Cheers" and they both had hairy chests. I switched priorities and became a lover of hairy chested men.

So, nowadays, what do I prefer? Well, I guess I'll take a nice chest any way I can get it...hairy, smooth or otherwise! I mean, REALLY!!!!

Help!

Wow! There are so many things to write about now. Between the direction of the election, the hurricane devastation in Galveston, the free falling stock market and the new television season...I don't know which disaster on which to concentrate. I will say I am pleased with the opening night of SNL. It was all I hoped for...and more. Other than that, the majority of the new season sucks with weird shows like: Lipstick Jungle (??), 90210 (loved the original but a new one with even more sex among impressionable teenagers?), Dirty, Filthy Money (watched 1/2 of 1 show; couldn't stomach it), Privileged (another dirty filthy rich show)...I mean, who makes up this stuff?

The stock market is a killer. I can't even fathom the depth of this disaster. I do feel helpless in the face of finance and trading and short selling I don't understand. I know three of our personal stocks have lost over 30% each. My two largest mutual funds are down 8% & 9% and I feel grateful but should probably sell out before they fall further. As a career woman in her fifties, I no longer have the luxury to wait this thing out.

I think I've addressed the current presidential campaign enough between my two blogs. It's becoming an obsession. Whenever I see the McCain/Palin ads, I wonder the same thing I wonder about the new tv season: "Who makes up this stuff?" Even worse to contemplate, "Who is swallowing it?"

As for Galveston, Texas and the aftermath of Hurricane Ike, my heart goes out to those people and my pocket book is open, once again, to the Red Cross. They give aid with no questions asked and are truly lifesavers when one is down and out. My husband and I know this first hand. But I'll save that for another post.

I Wish Tina Fey Was the Vice Presidential Pick

Tina Fey & John McCain
cover of Life Magazine September 2004
uploaded from thinkprogress

thinkprogress.org/2008/09/04/mccain-fey-life/

Contraception Illegal?

WOW! If the above items don't scare you, I guess you're a devout right-to-lifer or someone who does not believe in the freedom of choice.

As a woman who came of age in the seventies, I wholeheartedly believe in Roe vs Wade and the freedom of a woman to choose. When I was a teenager in the late sixties, abortion was illegal and contraceptives could only be secured with a parent's consent. As a consequence, most of my friends had illegal abortions. I was one of the lucky ones. I never became pregnant. When I did become pregnant with my third child, many years later, I was on a high risk drug and afraid to have the baby. I had to make the wrenching decision to abort the child and it was not easy to find a doctor who would perform the operation. This was the early nineties and many ob/gyns were already running scared from the right to life groups, the bombings of abortion clinics, what have you. Luckily, I miscarried and never had to make the emotional decision. I had carefully practiced birth control all my life and this was a total surprise; but it didn't make it any easier.

It's funny. When your beliefs are tested, you find out what you'll really do. I did not want to risk having a mentally disabled child. I just knew I wasn't cut out for that as a Mom. I still prayed to God to help me through the decision, however, and I truly admire(d) the courage it takes for women to reject something as fundamental as a pregnancy.

A recent article in the LA Times about Pope Paul's contribution to the schism in the Catholic Church referred to the rigidity of his beliefs against contraception. This article pointed out that many Catholics wanted the church's blessing to practice more than the old "rhythm method" and, when he didn't give it, the divisions began, resulting in people openly rejecting the teachings of the church; priests engaging in sexual molestation/misconduct and the falling away from the church as the center of the Catholic world. I don't know if this is true but I do believe if we, as a nation, sit silently by while more of our rights are decided by the state and federal government, we are one step closer to dictatorship and the loss of everything we hold dear, as Americans.

For more on these issues:

Letter to Secretary Mike Leavitt from Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, and 26 other senators, July 23, 2008

Redefining abortion; Federal officials considering a rule allowing health care workers to refuse to provide contraceptives," Houston Chronicle, August 10, 2008

If you oppose this draft regulation, go to: http://pol.moveon.org/contraception/ and sign the petition.

Working Girl: I Kissed A Coworker and I Liked It

This, Working Girl: I Kissed A Coworker and I Liked It

reminds me of the old Dorothy Parker poem:

Martini
I love a martini,
2 at the most,
3 I'm under the table,
4 I'm under my host

Best of Both Worlds or Too Much of a Good Thing?

I have a very close friend who has a sister with two lovers...and she lives with them both...at the same time. They've been successfully thus involved for several years now. When first told about the relationship, I was shocked (Baptist upbringing) but also intrigued (60's sensibilities). I did not want to be judgmental, tho' I initially was, and I couldn't help but think, "Wow. Best of both worlds." I mean, she's livin' the dream, right? Well, possibly.

I suppose if this were a Danielle Steele novel, it would be great fodder for the storyline: gorgeous, ambitious woman in her mid-forties has a successful business with one lover running a high end fishing camp on a remote Canadian island, summers only, returning to civilization with Lover #1 to live with Lover #2 in a wealthy suburb in Arizona. According to my girlfriend, her sister sleeps with which ever one she wants, when she wants. She calls the shots. As for menage a trois, I don't ask and she doesn't offer.

I like men...up to a point. I absolutely love my husband and I've loved a few others in my youth. Not sure what the prospect of two at once would do to me. I mean, it's been a challenge living with one Alpha Male and raising two alphas-in-waiting. I think men have their place...lifting heavy objects and taking out the garbage. Scratching, roaring, having sex and feeding seem to be the other traits in which they strive to excel.

Could I do what she's doing? Maybe in my dreams. You know, George Clooney one night, Richard Gere the next. Yeah, I could handle that...for a while. But, I like my solitude and I like peace and quiet. And I like things simple. So, while I admire her iconoclasm, I'll have to admire it from my quiet, predictable and boring perch.

But, it does sound fun.