Please oh please

If any of my readers are voting for Sanjaya Malakar on American Idol, would you please stop? Every time you vote for him, you make Jesus cry.

Thank you.

UPDATE: Not that Chris Sligh has been any kind of memorable performer; he hasn’t had a really good appearance since before the Final Twelve, and this week’s performance wasn’t very good at all. But Sanjaya has no musical ability whatsoever. And frankly, that the Simon-Paula-Randy Hydra failed to eliminate Sanjaya at any of the points at which they still had control kind of speaks volumes about their supposed fingers on the musical pulse. (Well, Randy and Simon, anyway. We all know that Paula is only firing on about nine synapses nowadays.)

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Will the ghost of Farley come back and eat them all?

Time for a potentially embarrassing admission: I’ve been a sporadic reader of the comic strip For Better or For Worse for years now. Used to be I’d read it faithfully for a while, then stop for a while, then pick it up again, stop again, and so on. This pattern started when I was in college. I’ve been reading the thing on a daily basis now for the last year or two, and man, now that Lynn’s announced that the strip will end sometime next year, is it ever starting to suck. She’s clearly getting all her characters in line for their happily-ever-afters, and it’s getting nauseating:

“Oh no! Elizabeth just got attacked on the job by a creepy guy!”

“But look! Anthony, the guy who’s been in love with her since she was six, just showed up to beat the crap out of him!”

“Oh no! Michael’s apartment just burned to a crisp!”

“But look! He saved his laptop with his book manuscript!”

“Oh no! Michael has to move with his family back in with his parents!”

“But look! Michael’s just got a $25,000 advance for his next book!”

“Oh no! Elizabeth just got dumped by the guy she basically treated like crap!”

“But look! That guy who’s been in love with her since she was six is single again!”

“Oh no! Michael’s been told by his boss to fire some people at work!”

“But look! Michael’s taking a moral stand by resigning himself!”

“Oh no! Michael has just deprived his family of his income!”

“But look! His wife will pick up the slack by returning to her own high-income career!”

Why do I get the feeling that FBoFW is going to spend the rest of its run tracking its characters as they repeatedly step into buckets of shit and come out smelling like a bed of roses?

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When the old words fail

I saw the other day that former NBA star Tim Hardaway said of gay people:

Well, you know I hate gay people, so I let it be known. I don’t like gay people and I don’t like to be around gay people. I am homophobic. I don’t like it. It shouldn’t be in the world or in the United States. So yeah, I don’t like it.’

I think we need to stop using “homophobic” to describe attitudes like this. A phobia is an unreasoning fear, and it’s hard to see Hardaway’s attitude toward gays as being similar to a claustrophobe’s fear of being in an enclosed space.

Let’s call this what it is: bigotry. Tim Hardaway is a disgusting bigot, in precisely the same way that many are toward blacks.

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