The Chronicles Of Jessica

Paul has been kicking my sorry butt as far as blogging is concerned. He left Hillary and rediscovered the internet. And his guitar. He has a bunch of new songs he's put up and his creative juices are flowing. Not to be outdone, I have decided to make more of a concerted effort to write stuff, even if no stuff is really happening worth writing about. Hey, it's never stopped me before! (See previous blog entries.)

Truly, this always seems to be the time of year where I just sit and wonder what the hell to do with myself. I've had a few auditions and none of them has turned into anything yet. I have a (wee) standup show on the 20th that I just found out about, but that's hardly what you could call stunning career momentum. I'm 75% of the way through "Jane Eyre", so that's good. I always meant to read it and never have, but now that I'm almost through with it my momentum has slowed. I think it's pretty clear that Jane is not going to have a happy ending here. Mr. Rochester is definitely a fixer-upper, as love interests go. Sure, he's tall dark and handsome and owns his own manor and all, but that's about the extent of his viable boyfriend characteristics.

Of course, there's always the election and the current events. Around my house that's what passes for entertainment. Info-tainment. I'm so inundated with the talking heads that I actually had a dream the other night that we took George Stephanopoulous to a birthday party with us. Also I've noticed a mole on Wolf Blitzer that could be pre-cancerous, so I emailed him to give him a heads up on that. Can't be too careful when it comes to melanoma.

Anyway, you'd think Paul would be reveling in all this indecision and horse race stuff, but he seems to have reached the place that I sometimes reach when I make homemade macaroni and cheese: He doesn't really want any more but he can't stop himself. Last night of course, we watched the vultures devouring Eliot Spitzer and while we felt relatively sorry for him, we couldn't help also noting that he's also pretty....what was the political term Paul used? Oh yes - Stupid. Powerful women in politics don't seem to get caught up in these sorts of scandals. Either they aren't as obsessed with sex or they know enough not to write personal checks to male prostitutes. I wonder what you write in the memo of a check to a prostitute? "Re: Nooky."

Of course Ann Coulter and stupid hags like that are taking this occasion to skewer the wife in this situation and of course, to bring it back to Hillary whenever they can. Then I heard a woman on Bill Maher talking about how she could never vote for Hillary because she was stupid enough to stay will Bill after he got caught cheating. How are the women supposed to win in these situations? If she leaves she's un-Christian, weak, and reactionary. If she stays, she's an idiot and an insult to women everywhere. Eliot Spitzer's wife has the exact same dilemma. What business is it of ours if these women stay or go? Maybe they want to protect their children, or maybe they're too shocked to do anything for a while except mainline Haagen Dazs and watch Top Chef and wonder what went wrong with their marriage. That's what I would do. Anyway - feminism is supposed to be about supporting women's choices, so women need to stop condemning one another for the choices they make, especially when we don't have all the facts.

Support, people! That's where it's at. For example, I'm thinking of getting Lasik surgery and I have a consultation next week to see how much it's going to cost. Charles says if i do and then I go up in an airplane, my eyes will explode. Not supportive.