A Picture of Me
So this is a password protected one, mainly because Screw it, let’s make it public. Why not.
I never feel very comfortable posting pictures of myself anywhere. Even updating my pic on my “About” page here or my profile pic on Facebook makes me…anxious.
But my hair was Pantene Pro V-ing so damn hard after my walk this afternoon that I had to try to get a shot of it before I showered (hence the lack of glasses and the fact that I’m just wearing my walking bra, haha). Give me a break, my hair is decent-looking maybe 3 out of the 365 days of the year—gotta catch it on film when you can. Also, the lighting worked very well here. I was standing in front of a window, haha.
And honestly, this is like the first picture of me that I actually kind of sort of don’t mind.
(UGH SORRY IGNORE MY SELF-INDULGENT PHOTO I AM ALL KINDS OF GROSS)
Land of the Extreme and Home of the “Get Out”
I usually listen to my iPod in the car, but whenever I’m going a short distance, I don’t bother plugging it and just listen to the radio instead. This morning I happened to catch about 15 minutes of The Savage Nation, a program hosted by Michael Savage. And honestly, I’ve never heard anything so toxic on the radio before.
I seriously thought it was a parody show for the first few minutes or so. Some guy called in and was talking about people displaying the Mexican flag in the United States. Savage immediately started ripping this guy as being “anti-American” because the guy was saying that it was okay to display the Mexican flag on US soil—which, according to Savage—is equivalent to “giving the country over to the illegals.”
‘Cause, you know, everyone who is Mexican in the United States is an illegal immigrant, I mean, duh.
He went on to rant about how “those illegals” are ruining the country and that anyone who is not 100% for deporting/arresting every single one of them is”not a true American” and “doesn’t have a country.” He called the caller a “man with no country” and basically cut him off there.
Now, I understand that people have differing views, especially on a lot of political things. I understand that there’s nothing wrong with expressing your views. But this guy is just so freaking extreme. It was just a really toxic conversation. There was not a positive or hate-free thing he said the whole 15 minutes I listened.
Just…ugh.
Why am I a magnet for creepy old guys?
Seriously, does something about me say, “I’m 20 years younger than you…touch me inappropriately!”
Keep your nasty lips away from me. The last person they touched was very important to me.
Ew.
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