NINE WHOLE YEARS!
My littlest sister had this really funny project at school -- a "wax museum" of important figures from the American Revolution. (Her teacher is fresh out of college and therefore kind of insane. The entire project was ridiculously elaborate.) But it ended up being cute. All of the kids wore costumes, and they each had a special place to stand in the cafeteria. And they would stand completely still until you walked up to their "exhibit" and pressed a red "button" that they'd taped somewhere on their person or around where they were standing. Then they'd come to life and give you a spiel about who they are and why they were important to the Revolution. Kierra was adorable as Mercy Otis Warren. But my favorite (besides Kierra, of course) was the little boy who was Crispus Attucks. Attucks was a runaway slave who happened to be the first American to be killed (during Boston Massacre) for Independence. He had a little wooden crate so he could pose jauntily, and he looked *so* bummed out when he informed us that he was dead. Thomas Jefferson was also awesome. And then there was this one kid that even affected a British accent, heee. They all really enjoyed themselves.
(Also, since I helped Kierra with this project, I gotta tell all my British friends that her text-book makes the Brits out to be superbad guys. I mean, it's thisclose to propaganda. My kid sister thinks you are all evil and calls you "redcoats.")
Afterward, we went to Target to buy Kierra some valentines for her classmates. They were all out of the kiddie cards, so we decided we'd just use whatever left-overs we could find from previous V-Days. Surprisingly, Kierra eschewed the Disney Princess valentines.
Kierra: Caaaaitliiin, I'm NINE years old!
Me: Nine WHOLE years?!
And try as I might, I couldn't convince her that Strawberry Shortcake is totally retro. She ended up using Magic School Bus valentines, which was very geeky of her. I approve! We taped a bunch of Crunch candy hearts to the front of the envelopes. Of course, we had to test a random sample of them for poison. And then we discovered that there were Trivial Pursuit questions on the insides of the foil wrappers, so I had to eat a lot of them. (To get to the questions!)
People were ridiculous today about the Dixie Chicks sweeping the Grammys. I've never understood what was so bad about saying what they said "on foreign soil." So it would have been fine if they'd said it at an American gig? Please, enlighten me if you understand this logic because I surely do not.
It's not that they lost some fans, because everyone has the right to vote with their dollars. It's that country radio and the twang machine systematically tried to shut the Chicks down because they weren't toeing the line. The Grammys they won last night weren't about how the voters feel about Bush or the war; after the mid-terms, the "Hollywood elite" aren't that desperate for vindication. It's about telling Nashville and country radio to fuck off and die. So in the spirit of this, I bought their album while I was at Target. (I already had a bootleg, but hell. I can vote with my dollars too.)
In other depressing news, Georgia wants to *require* pregnant women to have a sonogram before they can have an abortion. This is the latest in a long line of hurdles the Georgia legislature has added to the obstacle course GA women have to go through to get an abortion, and I'm done. I. Am. Done. I want a CHOOSE DEATH license plate with aborted fetuses on it. So that when the "Yes, psychos! You CAN carry your glock in your car with no permit!" bill gets passed I can be shot and killed. HELL IN A HANDBASKET, MY FRIENDS.
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