Sunday, October 11, 2009

Prom Night in Mississippi


~ a documentary filmed in Charleston, Mississippi 2008. Morgan Freeman challenges the seniors of the town's high school to attend one combined prom instead of segregating to their own traditional black and white proms. As an incentive, Morgan offers to pay for the integrated prom.

The documentary follows the students in their decisions to attend or not, to plan the event and the conflicts that ensue. And sadly, the prejudiced attitudes of the Old South still remained. Some parents incited fear of violence while others were ignorantly intolerant. A "white" prom was held but sparsely attended.

But the beautiful thing was the students. Some denounced their parent's attitudes. One particular student had the support of her parents, an unlikely pair with mullets and and southern drawls. Guess I still need to learn the lesson of not judging a book by its cover. They were proud of their daughter and the opportunity of a new community attitude.

One couple, black guy and white gal, "dated" for several years but never went out in public because they were afraid of violence. Text messages and no public displays of affection were all they had before they could dance together at prom.

So touched by the shared bond the graduating seniors built and the joy shown at their first combined prom, I cried and cried during the last five minutes.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

I starve


Last night I decided I can no longer watch the Rachel Zoe Project with audio. Rachel's affected speech and limited vocabulary "lit'rally" gets on my last nerve. While I find her staff's dynamics somewhat interesting, Rachel's constant, simpering and empty praise makes me crazy. It means nothing. And Brad now parrots her. "Shut it down"? No, shut it up. She is worse than a retarded Valley Girl.

Her new line should be "I starve" instead of "I die".

My rant sister, Jennifer Worick of Things I Want to Punch in the Face, posted a Skeletor photo of Rachel today that will absolutely "lit'rally" scare you. Check it out.

Friday, October 09, 2009

Laughing at strangers

Here in southwest Louisiana, we're right in the middle of the French Cajun heritage to the east and Texas cowboy influence to the west so while people watching before a Rick Springfield concert (shut up, the tickets were free), we spied a typical cowboy chick. Not who you would expect to see at a Rick Springfield gig. She wore TIIIIIIGHT Wrangler jeans, western boots, frizzy blonde hair, big cowboy belt and of course, a BeDazzled shirt. And you could tell that she thought she looked HOT.
I was about to wonder aloud if she knew who Rick was when my friend Charles said under his breath, "Oh, girl! You put the cunt in country."

I laughed so hard I might have peed a little.

Thursday, October 08, 2009

Word of the day

Word vomit - it just comes out and now you are stepping in it.

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

My gift to society: No Skitzo Leezra spawn


I gotta a lot of grief from the time I was 17 years old because I vowed to never have children. Very few believed me and only a couple women agreed or gave me the respect for my decision. It irked me that folks would always say, "Oh, you'll change your mind." Like I didn't know myself better than they did. My gyno refused to discuss tying my tubes. He said, "There is no way I can discuss sterilization of a female with no children. Besides, who knows? Maybe next year you'll join a cult where your responsibility is to pro-create." He was trying to funny but I was appalled. My health insurance wouldn't cover birth control pills but it did pay for pregnancy and delivery. WTF?

At my class reunion, I really felt like a circus freak because so many folks asked if I (ever) married? No. Then asked how many children I had? What???! My reply became, "None that I know about." Lots of confused faces that day.

When I turned 40, it was such a relief to finally be the age that folks let it go. (Maybe by then, they know me well enough to know my parenting would be a disaster.)

Now it is so amusing to have men and women reveal to me that if they could do it all over again, they would be childless. It shocked me the first time but now I just put on my best Mona Lisa smile and don't judge.

Doing unto the others and all.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Quote of the day

That sucks, like shit through a straw.
--Jill Conner Browne

Monday, October 05, 2009

I got your World Wide Pants, right here



Toni left a comment for me:


"I hope you post some thoughts about the Letterman extortion story. You always have an interesting spin on stars gone bad."




Thanks, Toni! I appreciate the prod.




Here's the thing, when I ponder a conflict, I cannot help but to get all anal retentive and organized about it and attempt to sort the issues in separate little piles. The David Letterman controversy has so many aspects. Just a few levels for ya:




  1. Power corrupts - Martin Mull once said "Hollywood is like high school with money". Think about that - having money, power, status while operating at an immature level. Plus everyone says yes to the big guy, especially if it fits their own agenda.


  2. Don't shit where you eat - in other words, don't mess around with the employees. Kinda bad: dating a co-worker. Real bad: a boss dating low level employees. Super bad: exposing yourself to sexual discrimination/harassment accusations.


  3. Karma is a bitch - then she has puppies. Making fun of others in similar positions seems to have bitten him in the ass. (Bill Clinton, Elliot Spitzer and Sara Palin are probably laughing their asses off today.)*


  4. Fidelity is relative - who knows if Dave was married when the liasions occurred but perhaps he and his wife have a unique understanding.


  5. Pride goes before the fall - the guys with the squeaky clean image have the most to lose. Watch your hubris, Jay Leno.


  6. Own up to it - David knows what countless others have not learned. It's not the first lie that gets in you in deep trouble, it's the cover up lies that sink you. Ask Martha Stewart, the Argentina visiting MIA South Carolina governor Mark Sanford and the now "out" former New Jersey governor Jim McGreevey. My mom said it and your mom probably did too: it's bad that you broke a rule but it is even worse if you lie about it.

That said, I admire Dave's decision to admit his mistakes before Pandora's box opened.


* I enjoy David's humor and like his ribbing of public personalities.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Say my name, say my name

It just occurred to me that you might read my name and not know how to say it. It is pronounced Skitzo Leeee-zra. And only today did I realize that someone may assume that it could be Les-ra.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
But I like dudes.
Here's the irony, my high school friend Leenie gave me the Skitzo Leezra moniker because I could be a moody bitch; skitzo, if you will. One day happy, the next day bitter. Not a lot has changed in the last 20 years.
But Leenie? She figured out she was gay, after being married for several years. Maybe that explains her teenage moodiness and ability to be my best friend one day and display complete coldness the next.
We speak every 10 years or so. She lives in Seattle now and I hope good things for her. She'd laugh if she thought her old nickname for me might cause confusion. She'd love that shit.

Friday, October 02, 2009

Quote of the day

I am trying to make chicken salad out of chicken shit.
--uttered by Jay Thomas on his Sirius satellite radio show
when his guest was less than interesting

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Skitzo Leezra's Open Letter To Bloggers

I am a blog freak, have many bookmarks and wander all over the intra'net so feel qualified to compose this missive to the blogger world:

  • please don't include music on your site. I am watching this stuff at work and you are gonna get me in trouble! Provide a link, if you must, but no automatic downloads. Not once have I dug or wanted to hear more than the first 10 seconds.
  • set your blog to show limited photos per page so I don't have to wait 30 minutes for the page to download. I know how to page back and would rather hit the "previous" or "older" button 4 times than wait forever for one page.
  • use tags! If I am looking for that awesome post from a week ago, tags would be helpful. Categories are good too. Plus, I wouldn't have to look at every dang cutesy photo of your spawn.
  • which brings me to, enough with the pictures of your spawn. Are none of you concerned with predators, pedophiles, perverts or just plain old weirdos?
  • no obscure links. Read one last week. "I like this". No reference, no nothing. Did I click on the link? No. I don't have time to care if you don't have time to explain or describe.

Bloggers out there: Love checking out your blogs. You inspire me to post more or sometimes, just by jogging my memory. Keep on keepin' on with your bad selves.

Many thanks for reading my missive. Feel free to share it. I don't even care if you don't give me credit for it. But feel free to, if you like.

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