Not to get a big debate going, but it's strange to now live somewhere that puts up a display like this protesting this week's 35th anniversary of Roe v Wade. Not pictured: matching the sentiment, faux-blood-drenched billboards on the highway referring to the slaughter of innocents.
Of course, this kind of display is not limited to the Bible Belt (or near-Bible Belt, as some readers would put Baton Rouge), fiance and I were the only ones not applauding after a 20-minute pro-life speech at a Christening in Jersey last year and felt the subsequent staredown from the pulpit. (In addition to my ongoing internal staredown from the pulpit on high--thanks, Catholic school!) Yet another reason to not go to church. But obviously we didnt' see a whole lot of this back in liberal-land NYC...
Gotta love it when radical groups try to speak for God: I haven't hung out enough with God enough that I can claim to speak for him, but I wonder how cool He'd be with phrases beginning, "God hates..." when they're being used to justify the speaker's own hatred. Like those goons who announced plans to protest Heath Ledger's funeral. (I don't even want to link to them and give them more attention, but basically they're saying Heath got what he deserved for promoting homosexuality in Brokeback Mountain.) Speaking of, it's Friday, but at the request of reader Jordaan, let's bring back Saying Something Nice About Celebrities Wednesdays: Heath Ledger edish.
I was surprised at how sad I was to hear Heath Ledger died. I'd never even seen any of his movies. But I was fond of Heath & Michelle, because they used to be my famous Brooklyn neighbors. Here's a blog post (with crappy cell phone photo!) I wrote after spying them through my apartment window last summer. And despite what that jackass on Fox news said about Heath, from afar he seemed quite normal to me. He and the little lady even used the subway; I have non-famous New York friends who don't use the subway.
On Monday night, I'd read that story in some British tabloid about Amy Winehouse in one evening snorting extacy, then snorting super-concentrated coke, then smoking crack, then announcing she'd had 6 Valiums, then saying she couldn't party too hard that night because she had to get up early for court the next day. So on Tuesday, I was half expecting to hear that she had died. And everyone's pretty much on Britney death watch since apparently no one has the sense or power to institutionalize her. And even noted junkie Pete Dougherty shambles on like a mini Keith Richards, only looking more befuddled at the news of the death of someone we thought was doing fine. And why did I watch that video anyway? I hate TMZ. I wanted to try to make some sense out of news no one was expecting, as if that wreck would offer any answers. Who knows--Maybe we'll still have Britney trainwrecking around at age 67 with ever-sadder bids for attention. Maybe Amy Wino will grow to have a gray beehive, and support herself selling her own line of ballet flats once she permanently blows her voice out smoking the rock. No one ever said things would make sense.
Speaking of celeb insanity, here are two others I think are quite literally out of their minds, after seeing separate recent interviews of them: Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise. If you haven't seen the video of Tom Cruise talkin' 'bout Scientology yet, it is absolute proof.
And this video is absolute proof of why I still love Jerry O' Connell:
On another note, hungry? Maybe you will be now.
I LOL'd when I saw this sign for chicken fried chicken, not believing in the existence of such a dish, but I've looked it up and somewhat cleared up the meatstery. Oh, the South.