Monday, December 31, 2012


I finally got around to the movie all my hard right conservative friends had been heralding as a needed revelation to Obama's evil scheme.

Aaand, I found it terribly half-baked and reeking of paranoid conspiracy. I don't think I've ever rolled my eyes more at a movie than I did this one for its premature conclusion jumping and desperate yearnings to construct an anti-colonialist Obama.

Here are just a couple takeaways:

I thought the bit about D'Souza asking George Obama if he was outraged Barack Jr hadn't 'been his brother's keeper' was hilariously irrelevant to the point (they didn't even know each other! Barack Sr. got around- Barack Jr was supposed to take care of them? Plus, that Barack Jr. is somewhat disconnected from his family and apparently not 'his brother's keeper' actually argues against D'Souza's assertion that Jr. was/is chasing Sr.'s ghost). Also, to simplistically assume that Africa would be better off with colonialist influence staggeringly underestimates the complexities that comprise African tribal histories, among innumerable other facets.

To conclude so much from a person's book, in this case Dreams From My Father, without taking into consideration the editing that went into streamlining a main idea (note "a"- singular) and the spin that results from the editing, is foolish. In other words, I don't think Dreams From My Father is all that comprises Obama's psyche. Further assumptions of Obama's motivations in writing it can only stand as conjecture, by the natural limitation of not actually being Barack Obama.

Having anti-American, as D'Souza would characterize, friends doesn't mean you wholly sympathize with them.  Just because I sometimes or often disagree with the orthodox establishment of my religion as people have interpreted it, does not mean I don't still identify with Mormonism. I'm 100% sure Barack Obama has had more than 5 people who influenced him in his life in addition to the "Founding Fathers" D'Souza set forth.

Plus, even if Obama were or is an extremely radical socialist, D'Souza fails to credit the powers of checks and balances, which are built-in barriers to radicalism. Elementary American politics: it's not just Obama passing these bills.

Googled around to find more about this D'Souza guy, and found this. Seems upstanding!

Agree or not, have you seen 2016 and what did you think?

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Moving on?

I've been back roughly the time I put into my special summer experience, and I'd say at this point, it's a wound that is scabbing over pretty nicely, most of the time. The skin underneath will never be the same, and someday I'm told, it's rumored, I will take pride in the scar. It will somehow contribute to me becoming a stronger person, which is to mean, better. 

But for now, it's still an ugly deformity, still sensitive to festering, still causing me to question a variety of "What the hell was that?!" most of the time. 

Which then segues into the validation of, "That was the single-worst experience of my entire life," and then the definitive question, "Why was I supposed to go through that?" 

Then I delve right into existential thoughts, getting confused somewhere between the meaning of suffering and the notion that I've destined myself to more unprecedented battles by virtue of the fact that I've proved I can handle them (barely, if at all) ... This is what they mean by a "stronger" person, right?

Which leads me to circle back to "What. the. hell. was. that?!" again. 

There is no end, no conclusion. 

Hey God, I'm not that strong. Throw me a bone. 

Moving on?

Thursday, December 13, 2012


Growing up around positive male figures, I never understood "feminism." Why are they so angry? I would think as I trotted off to seminary and school, with calls from my father to 'always do my best'. My high school teachers, largely small liberal arts college grads, would purport these foreign messages of "equality" and I would come home and question the urgency in their message, feeling none.

It wasn't until I went to college in a small American town, that I understood. First experiences with boys who stated aloud the unimportance of womens' higher education. Girls who had pre-fixed expectations of marriage and children, with no assumption to make something of their own. No further ideas. No further questions. Worried calls from roommates' parents concerning their romantic life and if they were financially and emotionally and spiritually on their way to sealing their fate. Dateless weekend nights spent moaning the absence of male suitors. Time was ticking. We were 20 years old.

This is why I am wearing pants this Sunday, to support those less fortunate than I, to grow up in a home where there was never (even today, when at 25 and single, I am ripe and expired by mid-American standards, but have never felt more empowered) any assumption that I would ever be tied to another human being for temporal or spiritual welfare. Instead there were conversations about how much education I could continue to attain, the people I could meet, the careers I could have, the places I could go (and if I decided to stay home, that was perfectly evolved thinking as well, since I would electively choose that path).

My father, a born and bred city boy who grew up on the front lines of those efficacious ERA days (literally, down the street from the White House), might blush to admit that he is a full-fledged feminist (he, of course, possessing those wonderful East Coast sensibilities of understatement). But I beg to differ. And after presenting an educated argument before him (made possible by those suffragettes who came before), made none the less significant if I were his son or daughter, he would probably agree.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Very Merry Un-Gift Guides

Tara is the best for sending me always-cutting edge Internet gold.

This time, it was Jezebel and Deadspin's respective Anthropologie and Williams-Sonoma Haters Gift Guides...or as I like to nod to Alice and Wonderland, Un-Gift Guides.

You're welcome.

You also know about ANTHROPARODIE, right?

Monday, December 3, 2012

Joanna Brooks get out of my head!

Haha. (Meaning, don't stop!)

But seriously, these were the kinds of topics I had hoped to have scintillating nerdy gospel discussions about on the mission, but alas, whenever I tried to raise a concern, opinion, or statement that wasn't a canned Primary answer, I was scolded and/or labeled a threat.

Ah well. (Well, at least today I'm feeling "ah well" about it. Depending on the day, I can get really angry about it.)

Glad to be back with the unorthodox again, and praise be to God, whatever form He takes, for giving me a mind to use. I know, right?! I'm just not righteous enough to soften my heart to a more orthodox way!!! Shame shame shame. ;)