Nica's Blog

Geraldine Ferraro has created unease by saying Barack Obama would not have gotten where he is today had he been white. The defense to her statement is that it is true. I say she is not so much correct, but she is not even wrong.

Let's say someone were to tell Dick Cheney that he wouldn't be where he is today if he were black. Someone might tell Bob Dylan that had he been a woman, he career wouldn't have been what it has been. I would daresay that there might be some truth to the statements, but it is an empty truth. We are all the product of many things. We are where we are because our family, friends, race, strengths, weeknesses. Saying "You are here because of 'X'" confuses the issue.

Nuff said.

This whole 'to do' about Spitzer and the 'high-class' prostitute's club does make me sad. Of course, I'm not annoyed by the sexual immorality of it. He is not my husband, and if he were, I might just take the attitude that as long as we have a nice cedar shake roof over our heads, and enought left over for the occasional nice frock, what the hell. Every man needs his hobbies, and such little mishaps are just the things we can laugh about years later. The fact that Elliot Spitzer was apparently a holier-than-thou-bitch between whoring sessions is a little off-putting, but I haven't really followed the details of his political career, so I will refrain from judgement.

In truth, I feel sorry for Spitzer. It's a sorrow I feel for 98% of the world's population. I think he was most surely ripped off by the Emperor's Club. This is not to slight Ms Dupre. She seems like a fine, and indeed "very pretty" girl. I wish her well. My ire is saved for the marketing department of the Emperor's Club. Shame on you. It's bad enough that everything from fruit to software to homes are pushed onto the public with the tricks of marketing, but to actually sell sex itself using cheesy 'high-class' packaging sickens me. You guys somehow convinced Spitzer that he was getting some sort of high-class sex that he wasn't getting at home. In fact I'm sure he was probably getting more-or-less the same vanilla sex for $1000.00/hr that he was getting at home with his wife or cleaning lady.

We are sold high-class cars, which are really only superifically better than economy cars. We are mortgaging ourselves to death for high-class homes with more space than we need. We fill the empty spaces in our high-class homes with sophisticated books which we don't read, but need to be stored in our tasteful bookcases which were chosen to go well with our subtely rich furniture. All this extra expense for good living doesn't go anything to make us any smarter or more comfortable.

I want people to return their Omega watches to the stores and explain that they have noticed that their fine watch isn't keeping time better than their little daughter's Beauty and the Beast watch. Do those high thread count sheets really feel better than the bargin sheets -- you paid extra for them! And explain to that nice young man that you purchased the high tech running shoes, but now you realize that you are lazy and will never use them. And please remember wine labels are not there to educate you, they are there to sell the wine. If you really must be a wine/beer/food conoissor, just memorize a few sentences like, "It's so hard to find properly aged goat cheese" or "German wines really are unappreciated." You can pretend to be smart, and your friends can pretend to care. And feel free to try the occasional high-class prostitute, but ask yourself mid-coitus, does this vagina feel any more 'high-class' than normal? Such thinking my save you thousands of dollars.