Thursday, March 25, 2010



Please excuse me while I momentarily climb up on my soapbox.

To the Members of Congress:

In his speech on Tuesday the President commended you for passing the health care bill by saying, "Because each and every one of you made a decision that at a moment of such urgency, it was less important to measure what the polls said than to measure what was right." But aren't the polls a reflection of the will of the people? And weren't you elected to enact the will of the people? Why do you believe that you are better judges of what is right than the American people are? YOU work for us. It is not your job to determine what is best for us as a parent does for a child; it is your job to do what we ask you to do, like an employee does for a boss. I believe that in passing this bill, many of you have signed your own pink slips.

To the Media:

Oh, I have so many bones to pick with you! But for the time being I will stick with this one: Please get off of Tiger Woods' back. While I agree that his behavior as a husband has been deplorable, may I remind you that he isn't married to you? You have sensationalized, dramatized, and psycho-analyzed his behavior with such an undeniable air of condescension. I find this particularly hypocritical since most of what you broadcast over the public airwaves glamorizes infidelity in all its forms. So why, now, do you sit in a seat of judgement, feigning shock, all the while reveling in the stories that you can generate about this man, who, by self admission, is broken, contrite, and deeply sorry. You are so NOT my friend.

To the American Medical Association:

It has recently come to my attention that you are completely out of touch with the reality of life for the average American woman. While I appreciate the time and attention that you give to studying weight gain in middle-aged women (not!), your recent recommendation that we exercise an hour a day, seven days a week is completely unattainable. Newsflash! We have LIVES. I realize that there are those (Oprah comes to mind) who have both chef and personal trainer. They may be able to follow your prescribed standard. After all, if someone came to do my cooking I could, perhaps, find an hour a day for exercise. But I don't have a cook, nor a maid, nor a nanny, nor a gardener, nor a chauffer. And even if I did, I still WOULD NOT exercise for an hour a day, seven days a week. Even God only worked out six days in a row!

I am now stepping down off of my soapbox. Thank you for your attention.