Something has been really bothering me for the past couple of weeks and that is the media's attempted crucifixion of Miss California, Carrie Prajean. I sensed a firestorm of disapproval was coming as soon as I woke up to replays of her now infamous answer all over the news. When asked about gay marriage, why was there only one "right" answer? She was honest and true to her convictions. She had the same answer that more than half of our country would give. So, why did the media all of a sudden try to paint her as the wicked witch of California???
Okay, we all know the answer to that, but it was just really irritating me. It irritated me when they tried to say that her own dad was gay and had lived a lie in his marriage. It irritated me when they kept showing photos of her that were no more racy than a Victoria's Secret commercial, which would be shown during American Idol for all the families to see (that's another issue that irritates me but I won't go there right now). And I'm sorry, but we probably all did things in our teenage years that we are not proud of.
Secondly to that issue, why are beauty pageants becoming so political? I saw another question about universal health care that also obviously had only one right answer. Not that I really watch or care about beauty pageants, but I do care about people having the right to freely express their opinion. I also care about young girls being completely ostracized and criminalized for standing up for something.
So, this morning I was happy to see Donald Trump stick up for Carrie. Here's the story:
I did roll my eyes at the Donald and how he talked about the Miss USA pageant like he talks about everything else he owns. That man's ego is rather amazing! I also rolled my eyes when the news anchor covering the story was obviously miffed by how things ended up. HA!
Okay, so this irritation that I've been feeling did get my mind going on what to do about it. One of my thoughts was just simply sharing my thoughts on here. I had some other ideas too, but I think I'll have to mull them over a bit more before going public with them.
One more thing and this isn't political...
This completely brightened my morning. I was in bed, tired and not ready to get up. I heard Brayden stirring in his crib and decided to let him play until I could wake up fully. Then I heard the sound of coffee grinding. A few minutes later, my ten year old, Shariah, brought me up a plate of eggs/meat/cheese scramble and a big cup of coffee with the perfect amount of cream. Then she let me eat and watch the news while she went and got Brayden out of his crib, took him downstairs, changed his poopy diaper and fed him some breakfast. All with a smile on her face. I couldn't be more pleased...and this was 2 days after Mothers Day. I'm one lucky mama.