Just Because: Charo

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John Travolta Is Hardly Divine

Why oh why could these dolls not have been made of the original cast? John Waters, why hast thou forsaken me? Will MacFarlane Toys hear my keening cries and ease my pain?



Oh, I'm still gonna buy them, or at least the Tracy and Edna. Normally I wouldn't, but in 1977 my mother refused to let me have a Marie Osmond doll to go with my Donny, then went apeshit in 1979 when I brought home a Princess Leia.

So it's her fault really.

[A Socialite's Life]
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A Heaping Helping of Anti-Canadian Sentiment

Much is made of anti-American sentiment, especially, of course, by Americans. In fact, I've talked about it so much, I'm beginning to resemble Papa Smurf. Of course, there's absolutely no anti-Canadian sentiment in America. Or is there?

This from Gawker seems to indicate that there just might be. Where Americans aren't outright ignorant about Canada (do y'all live in igloos?) they tend to have the viewpoint of articles like the one I've cited. Not that Canadians aren't also evil about Canada, it's just that the ones who are either a) clam up about it whenever there are Americans around, b) move to the United States or c) are Tories, and therefore constantly conniving to sell us to them anyway.

Now, as I have stated again and again whenever there's any Yank-bashing around me, there are gross people everywhere, and in my misanthropy is a message everyone can embrace: ultimately, it's behaviour that makes people horrible, not their place of birth. I have met lovely Americans, Canadians, Australians, even British. Not nearly as many as the horrible ones I've met, but then again, I don't like 99% of people.

I blame that foul smell of nitrogen in the air. It's bound to make a species hateful. Such a pretty planet, such an ugly species running it...
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