Wednesday, November 11, 2009

So Last Week: Carrie Prejean

Dear fellow hypocrites,

It's tough not to be hypocritical. Sometimes the pot can't help but call the kettle tarnished. Currently, I am more puzzled than disappointed in myself that I still care about what Carrie Prejean says. I claim that Carrie has nothing to say that's worth regarding, yet I'm still writing a blog about her. I'll try to reconcile this hypocrisy today.

Let me quickly inform readers who are unfamiliar with Carrie Prejean: she was a finalist for an American beauty pageant. She made a statement during the competition that she believes that marriage should be between a man and a woman. She claims that this cost her the grand prize. Subsequently, she has gone on a public tirade about how being a Christian woman is unwelcome in American media. She has even become a spokeswoman for an anti gay marriage group.

Her five minutes of fame are over, despite her book deal. Some people will read it. Some people have little better to do. I suppose that she herself doesn't rankle me; she's just an average girl who has enough average American savvy to turn a minor public quote into five minutes of fame and a little money. For that, I applaud her. Get it, girl. I also applaud her for being so outspoken in her beliefs, knowing that it might cost her the pageant tiara. What gets my dander up is the fact that people actually believe her when she says that she's being silenced because of her conservative beliefs. People are alarmingly sympathetic to her unnecessary public self-martyring.

It's too easy to attack Carrie. She's outspoken without understanding that she doesn't make much sense, and this makes it almost like kicking a kitten to call her ill names. Rather than do this, I would merely like to bring attention to her quirks of logic and her poor decisions. Check this article for more details.


Carrie claims that people are out to get her, as though she's Carrie White. This is why they've dredged up her topless photos, why her sponsors want her to pay them back for the breast implants they provided to her (actual Carrie quote from her book: “Our bodies are temples of the Lord. We should earn respect and admiration for our hearts, not for showing skin to look sexy.”), and why her enemies have found and revealed the masturbation video she made while she was still a minor. Her defense? It's not a sex tape; she was not having sex. Too bad that blatant sexual expression, especially as a teenager, is not a conservative American value.

At this point, no one gives a flying tiara if Carrie is anti gay marriage, the sentiment that brought her to national attention in the first place. She has managed to martyr herself in front of the country and now claims that people want to silence her because of her Christian values. She claims all of these things despite failing to explain how revealing her sexy mishaps does anything to silence her. Perhaps what she means to say is that she is left speechless by the amount of embarrassing information her detractors are able to find and willing to reveal in their quest to slander her. It's difficult to claim that marriage is sacred and still be taken seriously when you've been diddling yourself at seventeen and recording it. In that way, yes, her antagonists are using her past to silence her. But she just keeps on talking.

Let's not call Carrie a "bitch" (Perez Hilton), or a "bigot," or a "slut," or a "bimbo," etc. Let's not attack her beliefs. Instead, let's consider what sort of national zeitgeist has allowed this completely average young woman to become a pundit despite the fact that her claims are confusing and lack much basis.

Maybe Carrie could stop talking about the oppression she faces as a white Christian American and begin talking about why making a sex tape and posing topless are actually no big deal. Maybe she could use this opportunity to help change the image of American conservatives as sex-phobic. Maybe this is all in her book. I'll never know.

What troubles me is not that Carrie is still yakkety-yakking about how tough it is to be vocally conservative in America. What troubles me is how many people are actually listening to her illogical and baseless claims. Looking over what I've just written, I think my own argument could be more logical. Again, hypocrisy. I'd like to take another hour to make it more sound, but I have papers to grade. Oh well. Maybe someone will offer me a book deal.

Love and optimism,
EJP

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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Sublime Absurd: The Horse Spa

Dear equine athletes,

While driving through Ocala, Florida on our way to a wedding, my father and I found this billboard for a horse spa:


My apologies for the poor resolution. The fine print says, "Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy * Cold Saltwater Leg Spa * Water Treadmill * Swimming Pool * 24 Hour Nursing Care."

Way beyond a trip to the veterinarian. As an animal lover, I'm just glad that people aren't shooting the horses when they've outlived their usefulness. They shoot Jane Fonda, don't they?

I feel on the verge of ill today. The swine flu is in full outbreak and I have recently been in contact with sick students, ill coworkers, languishing carpool buddies, contagious roommates, virulent friends, and congested dates. Yummy. I'm taking the day to rest and recharge so that this doesn't keep me out of work for more than one day. At least tomorrow is Veteran's Day.

Thanks, vets! Sorry that Carrie Prejean and Sarah Palin keep using you as perplexing examples of free speech ("This is what our soldiers are fighting for!"), rather than your actual job of risking life and limb to protect American lives. Most of us still understand what inspired you to join the military. I actually heard Prejean on the radio, weeping at her martyrdom, and she had this to say about the freedom of speech: "This is what my grandfather fought for!" In which war, Carrie? The American Revolution?

More about her tomorrow.

Love and a cold saltwater leg spa,
EJP

Monday, November 9, 2009

Monday with Marilyn: Black People

Dear tropical climes,

As I've pointed out in the past, Mom has some strange logic. She thinks that dogs are resentful toward sanitation workers because dogs like garbage, and these folks take the garbage away.

Earlier, Marilyn and I were talking and I mentioned some of the odd things about Seattle that, having grown up in Florida, I wasn't used to. For instance, there are very few African Americans here as compared to Miami, Fort Lauderdale, or Tallahassee. This is creepy to me, as though the black people know some foreboding secret that I don't. Impending volcanic eruption?

When I told Mom how much more of a minority African Americans are here in Seattle, she thought a moment and then said:

"Maybe they just don't like the cold weather."

Love you, Mom!
EJP

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Artist Spotlight: My Dad

Dear saturated silver gels,

My dad, Bob, is a highly talented photographer. It is from him that I get my knack for detail and imagery. My new banner is his work. I've been encouraging him to photograph artistic subjects more frequently. He photographs the family (to great flattery and occasional irritation) all the time, but his portraits and candids pale in comparison to the rich color of his nature and glass photography. Without further ado, I give you the work of my one and only dad:









Saturday, November 7, 2009

Sublime Absurd: So Straight It's Gay

Dear furniture fetishists,

I do apologize for being away for so long. Between tumbling into full time work and moving (and taking some time to myself around Halloween), I've been silent. Allow me to come back with zeal. I'd like to initiate a new post theme for Poemocracy: the Sublime Absurd.

The sublime absurd is the moment when you witness something so motherf#cking ridiculous that you have the feeling of transcendental horror. In layperson's terms, you see something so absurd that you question the meaning of life. This is what I feel when I see the following, equally as horrifying as the Chia Obama:




See? Doesn't that make you wonder what this world is coming to? It's also yet another example that convinces me that when you push men (particularly young men) to extremes of masculinity, they can only resolve this pressure by raping women, each other, or in this case the furniture.

Love and stained ottomans,
EJP

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