The whole Donald Sterling controversy is surely blazing inferno in our society and I must put my thoughts down for posterity. Conservatives pounced when the NBA cracked down on it. "We're allowed to be assholes!" a friend commented on Facebook. Like fuck you are! In this particular case, as owner, Sterling was the face of a NBA franchise which, theoretically, should be a family friendly thing.
"If you don't agree with his policies, just boycott." Yes, you could, still, for that matter, but the NBA still did the right thing for removing the reason for doing so. I have never been to LA so I couldn't tell you how far apart where the Clippers play from where the Lakers play but let's assume the NBA aren't just money grubbing whores and LA needs both teams for the greater good.
"But he's been a racist since he bought the team back in the '80's." We didn't have the internet so info didn't travel as quickly. The Clippers are the NBA equivalent of the Mets and, until they started winning, have been overshadowed by the Lakers as far as anybody outside of Los Angeles knew. This may be the one time ignorance is an actual excuse.
Today, I learned that the woman who had recorded his comments, V. Stiviano, was not his mistress but, according to her, "his archivist." I have friends who are archivists, and am technically the archivist of my church, so I find this hilarious. "What's she archiving? His sperm?" joked Aisha Tyler on The Talk.
Now, let's discuss me. Since I mentioned the library thing, some of you must be wondering about how I am feeling and if I'm ready to go back to "the old salt mines." I have say, and I noticed this on Saturday or so, I'm less inclined to be the recluse I was this past winter but still don't feel like writing and don't really have any interest in regular employment. I wouldn't say this as anything to do with my health but more to do with my continued, or more accurately, resumed grief over the loss of my seminary job. As an introvert especially I'm sure, I'm wary of jumping right back into another community just yet...
The other thing I've noticed is my cat is driving me insane. For a cat, he's way too clingy. I had to shut him in the bedroom this morning just to have time to myself. When I leave the apartment, or just the room for that matter, it frequently causes a hissy fit, and not the usual "another cat in the yard" kind... Is there a "grandma's house" equivalent I can look into?
"If you don't agree with his policies, just boycott." Yes, you could, still, for that matter, but the NBA still did the right thing for removing the reason for doing so. I have never been to LA so I couldn't tell you how far apart where the Clippers play from where the Lakers play but let's assume the NBA aren't just money grubbing whores and LA needs both teams for the greater good.
"But he's been a racist since he bought the team back in the '80's." We didn't have the internet so info didn't travel as quickly. The Clippers are the NBA equivalent of the Mets and, until they started winning, have been overshadowed by the Lakers as far as anybody outside of Los Angeles knew. This may be the one time ignorance is an actual excuse.
Today, I learned that the woman who had recorded his comments, V. Stiviano, was not his mistress but, according to her, "his archivist." I have friends who are archivists, and am technically the archivist of my church, so I find this hilarious. "What's she archiving? His sperm?" joked Aisha Tyler on The Talk.
Now, let's discuss me. Since I mentioned the library thing, some of you must be wondering about how I am feeling and if I'm ready to go back to "the old salt mines." I have say, and I noticed this on Saturday or so, I'm less inclined to be the recluse I was this past winter but still don't feel like writing and don't really have any interest in regular employment. I wouldn't say this as anything to do with my health but more to do with my continued, or more accurately, resumed grief over the loss of my seminary job. As an introvert especially I'm sure, I'm wary of jumping right back into another community just yet...
The other thing I've noticed is my cat is driving me insane. For a cat, he's way too clingy. I had to shut him in the bedroom this morning just to have time to myself. When I leave the apartment, or just the room for that matter, it frequently causes a hissy fit, and not the usual "another cat in the yard" kind... Is there a "grandma's house" equivalent I can look into?
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