Reco, of The Fashion Show

OK… Now, I am not one to make blogs ranting about a reality show, because largely… They aren’t a big deal to me… But TONIGHT? Oh to the Em Gee… Reco, of the Fashion Show, was completely and TOTALLY robbed. It just amazes me how little credit he was given throughout the season, and then his one chance to actually be critiqued by the public was stolen from him. I think it’s obvious that they really did not want him to win. I do wonder why? James Paul has sent out some of the most fugly fashion I’ve ever seen grace the runway. Throughout the season, Reco has been a MUCH stronger designer. I don’t even want to watch next weeks show, as I could really care less who wins. Though, I do hope that Super C–t, Daniella, doesn’t win.

At least with Project Runway, the top 3 or 4 are always the best of the crop. I can not say this about the Top 3 of Season 1 of The Fashion Show. I can’t wait for the new season of Project Runway on Lifetime to show them how it’s SUPPOSED to be done.

Jon Stewart Hits Karl Rove, Bill O’Reilly, Dick Morris On Sarah Palin Hypocrisy

In other words:

Bill O’Reilly to Sarah Palin, “You’re a pinhead!”

Karl Rove to Sarah Palin, “You’re not experienced enough!”

Sounds about right? Yea, I think so.
More on Bill O’Reilly
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost

Elisabeth Hasselbeck Rips Michelle Obama At RNC: “Something To Hide”

So, according to the winning logic of Elisabeth Hasselbeck, Sarah Palin must have whole hell of a lot to hide! We are going on 2 weeks now, with her being shielded from the media. And when she does give an interview, it is sure to be full of hand-picked questions and tough questioning will totally be off limits. ESPECIALLY being that it is going to take place on 9/11 AND the day that her beloved son is shipped off to Iraq. I don’t think that it could possibly be any more staged than it is.

So, Elisabeth, what does Sarah Palin have to hide?
More on Michelle Obama
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Oh so, it happened again: “That Baby Don’t Look Like Me!”

::sighs:: Oh, when will they learn? I do wonder. Will it be tomorrow? Next week? Next month? How about next year?? How about next decade? No? Are we dealing in centuries, here? I can’t believe that, in this day in age, people are still shocked and dismayed at the thought of politicians actually being human. Oh you haven’t heard? Well, the buzz from the bee’s is that a WELL-KNOWN political figure had a MISTRESS in the past, and guess what? She had a BABY! ::gasps: No!! You don’t say? A man in the position of power dipped his pole in another hole?? ::flails arms about in disbelief:: I don’t believe it!

Oh, surely you jest.

Yes, John Edwards has been caught with his pants down. It’s oh so scandalous, and definitely salacious! The 24Hr news outlets have been bombarding us with details of the sordid affair. Edwards, one who had the audacity to cheat on his poor cancer stricken wife, who has done nothing but loved him and stayed by his side through thick and thin, had an affair with a glorified groupie. ::shakes head:: Countless talking heads, many of which are men, are voicing their disgust and outrage at what a poor and pathetic sap, old Johnny-boy is. But really, are they just upset that he got caught? Or, are they simply playing the role that mainstream America expects them to play. Surely, they aren’t blind to reality… Right? Oh, I do wonder.

I almost find it to be an insult to the wives of these politicians intelligence to pity them when their husbands sexual escapades are brought to light publicly. Let’s be real here. These women know what all comes with the package of being married to an influential politician. They all have a role to play. To make their husbands look good. I would venture to say that their only REAL requirement is that their husbands not be dumb enough to get caught with their pants down. To this, Johnny-boy says, “oops!”

Part of being a politician is to have an nearly out of control ego. Sure, most get away with it, while others don’t. How else would you explain certain media outlets painting Obama as an egomaniac whilst letting McCain skate by as if he is remotely down to earth. I mean, seriously?

Let’s not make it about them, however. This is about Edwards and his floozy. No, I will not be using either of her names in this entry.

Don’t get me wrong, Edwards was wrong for what he did. In fact, I think of him as the epitome of what a weak and cowardly man looks like. Many a woman is diagnosed with cancer everyday, and many of them are married and fear the worst when it comes to their husbands sticking with them through the battle. But, is it not uncommon for men to chicken out? To abandon their responsibilities? It happens everyday. So really, what’s so terribly shocking about this?

In the end, this is our fault. We enjoy putting our political figures, and celebrities alike, on a pedestal. This is one of our many downfalls as human beings. When you strip away the titles, the fancy lights, the meaningless campaign slogans, and all the other bullshit, all you are really left with is another human being with flaws just like everyone else.

If we continue to put our faith in the hands of others, we are destined to be disappointed time and time again.

In conclusion, the best thing this scandal has given me in terms of personal enjoyment is the imagery conjured in my own mind of John Edwards on the Maury Povich show being told that he was NOT the father. Then I giggle and clap as he breaks out into a jig to the ever so eloquent song, “Dat Baby Don’t Look Like Me.”

Enjoy:

Musings

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

-anais nin

Dawn, I feel you girl…

Recently I watched an episode of Making the Band 4, and Dawn truly touched me. It was the episode where they revisited her past in New Orleans. The aftermath that so many, like her, have faced since Hurricane Katrina. Dawn is one of the lucky ones that was able to embark on a path that allows her to channel her emotions in such a creative and wonderful way.

What touched me most was watching this girl struggle with letting her emotions out, for everyone, the whole world to see. It hit so close to home. While our stories are quite different, the emotional aftermath is very much alike. I won’t get into why today… but, I know what it feels like to retreat within myself. I prefer to keep things bottled in. The moment I think that I have let too much out… I panic and want to close it all in once more. I feel like no one really wants to know my pain. I don’t even want to face it… So, why place the burden on anyone else?

My favorite thing in the world to do is laugh. I joke all of the time. When I converse with people, socially, every other thing out of my mouth is a joke. I think that I am funny, and I know that the people around me, at the very least, find me amusing. My sense of humor probably the best quality that I have… But, at the same time… I am at a lost as to what to do to manage the hurt that I keep buried. I do all I can to ignore it, pretend it’s not there… but it never goes away.

I posted a bullentin the other day asking what to do to fill the void. The hollow that I feel even when I am laughing. At times, the pain is just randomly triggered throughout the day… Something someone says, something on television. Witnessing interactions between other families. Sometimes even a certain scent will cause the memories to flood me… Anytime I smell freshly cut grass, I think of the very first nice house that we moved into… back in Louisiana. Sometimes it is a nice memory… but most often, it just hurts and I have to tell myself that my parents are gone… and nothing will ever bring them back.

I have to move on. To get through the pain…. but, I just don’t know how. And… more importantly, I am scared to.

-The Demonic Vixen

P.S. I want a Q! (Dawn, you better jump on that!)

A random musing from the Vixen

The Bad Girls Club: The Ultimate Look into the Lives of the Miserable and Insecure.

How do you define a Bad Girl?

Someone who is tough?

Someone who is daring?

Someone who is promiscuous?

Someone who live their lives minute to minute?

Someone who doesn’t let anything or anybody hurt them?

Someone who has no regards for anyone, not even themselves?

Someone who doesn’t let silly emotions like compassion, empathy or sympathy get in their way?

Each week, millions of women, men and children (and those in between) get the opportunity to watch the ultimate in human train-wrecks and mental breakdowns — I mean, it’s like Britney Lohan, without any of the uber fame or money. I know for me, personally, it’s always an instant “fix” to any problems that I am currently face in my day to day life… Oh, the selfishness of it all!

Let me tell you, when I watch this show, my inner psychologist can not help but to kick in – or more accurately, my inner judgmental-ism begins to flare up, and go into overdrive. I sit there on the edge of my seat, and I watch it… I wait for it… I crave “it” with a lust that I normally reserve for those lucky enough to be on the receiving end of it…

You know that moment. The one where you can sit back with satisfaction; a self-righteous, holier-than-THOU, smirk on your face and say, “that bitch is pathetic! Ugh! She’s so STUPID! What an IDIOT! Sorry excuse of a… (you fill in the blank.)”It is always in that moment that you know that there are at least some people on this planet that you are actually better than.

But, are you really? Perhaps YOU are, but I am not so sure about myself… Let me explain.

I have spent more years than I care to count trying to figure out how to love myself. Searching for the self-worth that so many others seem to have, but I could only hope to one day attain. One thing I could fall back on was my “brainpower.” I would say that I consider myself to be relatively intelligent and have a decent level of common sense that I feel has definitely come in handle. The problem lies in the fact that I have spent many a day using that as, what I’ll call, a Psychological Weapon of Mass Destruction!

Now, if you were to ask me, back then, I would have claimed up and down that I was the most compassionate person in the world. That you wouldn’t find a person with the ability to “walk in other peoples shoes,” the way that I could. But one day, not too long ago – I realized that deep down, I was really no different than the ladies of the Bad Girls Club. Sure, I would never pee in someones sink (especially if it is a sink that I use) No, I wouldn’t pour hot sauce in their juice. I wouldn’t tear up pictures of their loved ones, I wouldn’t scream in their faces that they were ugly, fat, stupid, or pathetic…

But, that simply was not, is not, not my style.

My preference is… was to get to people on a psychological level. Where I could wreak havoc on their psych-y and bring them down to size, so to speak… In other words, I am much more passive aggressive. Carefully phrasing things where they would not recognize the full impact until later… Evil. Mean. Spiteful. I was miserable, and by golly, I was going to make sure that at least ONE person I encountered would feel the same way.

So, have I seen the light? I would like to think so. Bad habits are hard to break. It’s become almost second-nature for me to interact with certain individuals and place myself on a pedestal over them. “I’m smarter than you… I’m BETTER than you…” Parts of me honestly feel that way.

Now that I am growing, I can honestly say that I know the true meaning of the saying: Misery Loves Company. I never thought that I was one of those people. Someone who goes out of their way to make others around them feel less than adequate, to make them feel lonely, ugly, unwanted, dumb, scared…. and well, miserable. But turns out, in my own way, I am.

Again I ask, how do YOU define a Bad girl?

in·se·cure (ĭn’sĭ-kyŏŏr’) Pronunciation Key
adj.

1. Not sure or certain; doubtful: unemployed and facing an insecure future.
2. Inadequately guarded or protected; unsafe: A shortage of military police made the air base insecure.
3. Not firm or fixed; unsteady: an insecure foothold.
4. 1. Lacking stability; troubled: an insecure relationship.
   2. Lacking self-confidence; plagued by anxiety: had always felt insecure at parties.

mis·er·a·ble (mĭz’ər-ə-bəl, mĭz’rə-) Pronunciation Key
adj.

1. Very uncomfortable or unhappy; wretched.
2. Causing or accompanied by great discomfort or distress: a miserable climate.
3. Mean or shameful; contemptible: a miserable trick.
4. Wretchedly inadequate: lived in a miserable shack; fed the prisoners miserable rations.
5. Of poor quality; inferior: miserable handicraft.

That about sums it up for me.

-The Demonic Vixen

If I

say that i’m under the weather

am i lying if

there are no clouds

in the sky

if i

break away

run astray

will i still be here

beneath the burning

red sun

gazing

now, i can see

if i say that i’m feeling blue

am i lying

if

the sky’s another hue

i lie me down

turn around

now let me go…

i’m not lying

anymore

i’m not flying

anymore

i’m not dying

anymore

i’m not buying it

i’m not giving in

never were my friend

lost, but not found

i’m under the weather

but i do feel better

now….

A random musing from the Vixen