What the heck?
February 6, 2009
In the Tilly house we happen to be of the opinion that the DVR (Digital Video Recorder) is one of greatest things ever. Due to our love of this technological masterpiece, we hardly ever watch anything live anymore, but rather record it in advance and watch it at our leisure. Another beautiful thing about this is the ability to avoid having to watch any commercials whatsoever. Awesome.
So the other day I had the TV on in the back ground while I was working on the couch on my computer. The TV was in Live Mode since it was serving more of a purpose for background noise as Bella played hard at her talent show with Angelina Ballerina when I heard a commercial come on that made me really, really mad. Really.
The Plan B Pill.
Ok so there’s a pill out there that can stop a pregnancy. Got that. I am sure that hospitals and doctors have been giving them to young girls and women for years. I am of the opinion that a baby is a baby and that there is never a reason to end an innocent life (unless you intentionally kill someone and then I think that you should get the death penalty immediately…but that is a whole nother post). However being the somewhat liberal person that I am, I also understand that someone such as a rape victim or a woman who is caught in a physically abusive marriage may choose the option of a pill to end a possible life conceived in such a terrible and violent way. (By the way, once again I don’t think it is right so I am not saying that.) Anyway, ok that pill exists. BUT LET’S MAKE A FREAKIN TV COMMERCIAL ABOUT IT AND MAKE IT AVAILABLE TO ANYONE??? Seriously? Let’s show a college girl in a drug store with a sad look on her face looking at this small box with hope it will make it all ok and think that the message that sends is ok? I will tell you the message it sends: Hey girls, don’t worry about stopping yourself from getting drunk at the frat house party down the street and definitely don’t stop yourself from sleeping with that dude that you hardly even know. Don’t worry about getting any kind of diseases or how crappy you are going to feel tomorrow about yourself. Just worry about having any consequences from your series of bad decisions. Aka…getting pregnant. I am not claiming to have a perfect rack record in my life. Far, far from it. Yet, I am a firm believer in personal responsibility for our decisions.
Yes, I am a Christian and my views of what is right and wrong or good or bad for us is formed from what the guidelines that God set out for us say. But let’s even take that out of the equation and say what this does to the concept of personal responsibility as a human being in general. Christain or not. I think that this 60 second commercial is a slap in the face and an encouragement for even more of a lack of stepping up and owning your decisions. What’s next, an ad campaign based around the invention of a computer chip that can be implanted in your brain that’s purpose is to eliminate having a conscious or any shred of personal accountability for the decisions you make? What the heck.
Awe, so great to see Americans in the spirit of the Holidays…
December 6, 2008
Ever been in a situation where you cannot believe the events that are taking place around you? I have many times. Yet a week ago this hit a whole new level for me…
So there I am in Kroger on the 288 loop in Denton the night before Thanksgiving. Now I know that this is pretty much just asking for it to put myself in that situation, but I did it on purpose to get my mind off of my Mother in India. (Yes this was the day of the attacks, so I was a little anxious to say the least.) Alright, so mass chaos doesn’t even begin to describe the atmosphere. I knew when I walked in to get a cart and there were none left that this was going to be interesting. I patiently wait for a cart to arrive. Even gave the first 2 that came my way to 2 older couples who needed one as well. I am one of those people who greatly dislikes when people are outright hateful in situations like this so I try to be kind to strangers and always say please, thank you and smile. I hit the produce section and my shock began. Grown adults shoving, yelling and cussing at each other and the poor kids trying to re-stock the produce as fast as they could. There was one woman who came up behind me and hit me with her cart in the middle of my back. An accident…I thought. That is until she continued to shove her cart into my back over and over again in a effort to get the lime and lemon section as fast as possible. I mean there were only like 1,000 pieces of citrus on that thing so I can understand her hurry. She was just the tip of the iceberg.
Next was of course the free-for all at the Turkey bin where I saw 2 different people drop items including 4 WHOLE TURKEYS on the floor and just leave them there. Then one of couples down the dog food aisle literally took milk, vegetables and some other perishable items out of their cart and left them piled on a bag of dog toys! Who does that? I kept thinking you people should be whipped for being so selfish. Like taken outside and spanked like a little child infront of everyone. It was then that I came across an interesting situation. There was a rather large…and by large I mean over 500 lbs. large woman riding on a motorized cart through the store. She had her son I assume with her and at first my heart went out to her. At first. This woman not only treated this guy like a slave dog yelling at him to get her another head of lettuce for her to poke around on and telling him what a worthless idiot he was, she also decided to let the rest of the people in the store know how stupid we were as well. Ever had your grocery cart rammed not once but 5 times over and over again until it finally rolled out of the way of a 500 lb. woman wearing a night gown and sweat pants in a motorized cart…um I have. She seriously backed up and hit the cart 5 times before I could even get to it. I mean what do you say at that point? “Hey lady, can you not ram the crap out of my cart and then drive over the strap of my purse that you knocked out and slightly drag it behind you for a few feet please??” It was like an episode of Seinfeld.
Ok, so now it was time to check out. I like to call this part of the store the Looney Bin because people just started going insane. Never in my life as an adult have I had grown men and women cut in line as if they are 5 year old waiting in line for the water fountain after recess. It was ridiculous. And then they sit there with their heads in a magazine or texting on their phones like I didn’t just notice how you hit my basket with yours and bumped me out of your way to take the place in line which I was literally just standing in. It is at this point that I hear it. Down at the express checkout lane which was 2 over from me so I had a perfect view. There is a large man, about 6′2″ and about 300 lbs. and in front of him an average size woman and her daughter. Here is what I hear:
Woman: Um sir, we are going as fast as we can. Please be patient.
Guy: Well lady, you guys need to pick things up. We are all on schedules here.
This guy then proceeds to start picking up items this lady was buying and scanning them for her. He SHOVES her daughter out of the way who was scanning the items while Mom was bagging them up.
Woman: Excuse me sir but that is my daughter.
Guy: I don’t give a (insert cuss word here) who she is. She is slow as (insert cuss word here) and I am in a hurry.
Woman: Sir, she is 12 years old and I need you to back up from her or I am going to call store security.
Guy: Look lady, you guys need to (insert cuss word here and add “ing” to it) get your crap and get out of the way and take your retard of a kid to get some lessons on how to use some modern technology. I mean geez lady, its a grocery scanner. Any idiot can do it…well then again I guess not.
I kid you not. I was floored and at that point if I had been able to make a quick get-away I was on the edge of taking a mango out of my cart and beaming this guy in his greasy head. I was furious! Needless to say security was called and this moron was escorted out of the store. The poor lady was just shaking from being verbally assaulted by the guy and her daughter was in tears.
Who acts this way? I will tell you…stupid people act that way. Grow up, seriously.
Jesus Better Make My Hands Fall Off
June 19, 2008
****Warning: This might be a tad bit offensive to some…****
Dr. Laura Schlessinger
Now let me say this. There are very, very few people that if I ever met them in real life…I would be tempted to open-hand slap them across the face. (Not hard, but just like a prissy, girl fight kind of slap.)
This woman is one of them.
If you listen to talk radio at all then you know who she is. At first, every now and then I would turn her show on and listen to a caller or two. But the more that I began to actually listen to this lady the more my extreme my distaste grew for her. It honestly makes me wanna reach through the radio and have my hand pop out of her microphone as she is making some poor, divorced 39 year-old mother of 3 feel like a moron for being lonely and pinch her lips shut as tight as I possibly can.
What spurred this post today was that I was in the car this afternoon and decided to give her one more shot. Let me say that the fact that this woman spent 10 minutes insulting and mocking a 19 year old girl who said she had a eating disorder but was 5′3″ and weighed 160 lbs bothered me. However then Dr. Laura actually said something similar to this to the girl caller:
“Well, if you are 5′3″ and weigh 160 lbs…I think it’s safe to say that you are not very good at having an eating disorder. Why don’t you just hang up the phone and go eat a muffin because you are boring me.”
This next statement floored me.
“No wonder you choose to eat yourself into a stupor, because people like you are boring.”
Are You Freakin Kidding Me?
Not very often do people make me as angry as she does, but one thing I cannot stand is when someone is given the gift of a platform to speak life into hurting people and instead they use their power to do the opposite. I am all for telling people the truth, which can sometimes be painful. I mean geez, I LOVE me some Dr. Phil folks! But this is ridiculous.
In closing, I don’t want anyone to think I just want to go around slapping people all of the time. But I would say that if I ever bumped into Dr. Laura in person and she caught me at the right moment in time…and my husband didn’t work for God…Jesus better make my hands fall off.
Vent session complete.
