Friday, January 30, 2009


Is anyone getting as fed up as I am with the media's worship of this self-proclaimed savior who's done nothing yet to warrant this fawning? Recall how the anti-war screamers used to carry on like banshees every time George Bush attacked anywhere and civilians were killed. Where are those screamers? Obama had successful air strike attacks over Pakistan and destroyed several suspected terrorists as well as some of the "innocent civilians." Not a word from the media nor from the anti-war critics about the collateral damage. Not that I want him to be criticized for these attacks, but I say this only to point out the duplicity of the media. I want a President to kill our enemies who want to kill us, but when Bush did it, the nuts screamed loudly, ignoring that he was trying to protect us and so he did--at least we haven't been attacked since 9/11. And I am no Bush fan, but let's give credit where it's due, and let's be even-handed. Stop this blind worship of Obama. When he makes mistakes, which he will surely do, and is actually doing now, let's hear the truth. At the moment, he's making a huge blunder with this stimulus's not stimulus unless it's designed to help business create jobs. Instead, he's giving money to people who will not spend it, nor will they create jobs or give a boost to our economy. Obama is pushing for a free hand to the unions, and that will be the kiss of death to the businesses that already have serious problems competing with companies in other parts of the world.

Most solutions now call for realism instead of this left wing indulgence and lofty rhetoric that says nothing. Obama is a mere mortal and his errors need to be addressed. We can no longer trust the media. They are so smitten, they can't see reality.

Saturday, January 3, 2009


Flings with bad boys are poignant reminders that at any given moment what you thought would be appealing is no longer appealing, and that’s why women need flings in addition to their long term commitments. Or while waiting for Mr. Right to come along, there’s no reason to pine away in loneliness. Flings are not to be confused with serious relationships. Of course, it could grow into the real thing, but that’s definitely a long shot. Flings are a category unto themselves. These are not affairs. Affairs occur when one or both are married, and that’s a whole different moral complexity. I don’t know very many married people who haven’t at one time or another considered having an affair, or, in fact, had one. Many times, married friends have called me to say they are frenzied with desire for someone other than his or her spouse. It’s normal. What’s unpredictable is when people cross the line.

Years ago, one of my married older friends, whom I would vote least likely to have an affair, was having one with her chiropractor, who I might add, was also married. This was during my acting days—I was playing the part of Maggie the Cat in an off Broadway Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and my friend was playing the role of Big Momma. That should tell you why I was so surprised that she was tumbling around with her chiropractor. Affairs have torn families apart, even nations for that matter. The bad thing about affairs is that there is so much at risk—precisely why they are so damn enticing.

Flings, on the other hand, are freebies and rarely cause upheaval to people we care about. Singles can fling at will. True, the thrill is not as heightened as it is when home wrecking is at stake and lies have to be told, and meetings have to be clandestine. Even sex has to be hurried and sometimes played out in the back seat of cars on remote country roads. A fling is quite delicious, at least for the first week. It can’t go on too much longer or it could become a relationship, to which I say watch your step. New flings are like coming home to a great big package on your front porch. Who doesn’t like a beautifully wrapped surprise gift? And you never know what’s in the package until you tear off all the wrappings—a mystery therein that keeps our blood flowing and our hearts beating.

The other great beauty of a fling is that you don’t have to be concerned about his age or his occupation because he isn’t going to be permanent. He’s a sweet tidbit that you indulge in even while staying on your diet most of the time. Mind you, it’s not for the feint of heart because he is not reliable and may even have a permanent girlfriend who has priority. The best fling types are bad boys, not ex-cons or drug pushers or even scam artists. But what I mean is someone who is just not right for you for any number of reasons. Maybe he’s a race car driver or a Delta pilot or a bartender, and maybe he has some quirky needs like wanting to give you a bath or a oil rub down all over, or maybe he likes very beautiful and successful older women but feels unworthy of them. Whatever it is, it borders the dark side and is wildly attractive for a short term connection. But, just remember one thing, many bad boys are attracted to bad girls, and that is something you may not be willing to admit –that you’re a bad girl some of the time. Bad boys and girls are often unpredictable, impulsive, and they develop chameleon-like skills to survive in this upside down dating world.

If you’re lucky, flings present themselves when you need one and you’re least expecting one—that exact moment when you're both in the same place at the same time and you exchange looks with heightened desire—lust. Then a fling is a beautiful interlude. And for a chance at that, you have to be ready to jump right in and not concern yourself with the outcome. If you’ve never tried one, you don’t know what you’re missing.
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