Friday, September 12, 2008


the only time I watched The View was when visiting my Mom's house. By ten in the morning, their squawking could be heard from upstairs, and sleep ended.
showered coffeed, fed, I sat as they continued their debates over the years, and it dawned on me; this truly is a cross section of American women.

the yapping rightwing poodle,

the factually challenged Proud Black Woman,
(formerly the gaydar-deficient Proud Black Woman, now divorced)

the wisened too-cool Oscar-winning Proud Black Woman,
(formerly the hothead Irisher lesbian mom icon)

the worldly-wise doyenne, increasingly annoyed by the poodle and FCPBW,

the hip old gal who read McCain's beads about being a lying shit.

Co-host Joy Behar asked McCain, "There are ads running from your campaign... Now we know that those two ads are untrue, they are lies. And yet, you at the end of it say you approve these messages. Do you really approve these?"

To see Gramps get plucked in the henhouse, go to

Elsewhere, apparently his new lipsticked barracuda got fried by Charlie Gibson.

No comments: