You know, when you have an official position in the White House you really should contract out your dirty work. Or, I duuno, NOT DO ILLEGAL THINGS. I know all of those disclosure laws and treason laws are very archaic and confusing- really, I do. I'm a lawyer and I have no clue the intricate ins and outs of political legal issues at the highest levels- and I am well, well aware of that. I do know enough to know that I don't know- which, I have said before, is the critical issue when one is an attorney.
Lets think about this- Just say long ago, when this scandal first surfaced, ole Scooter (Still picturing my cat scooting his butt across the floor aren't you?) had come clean and said, "Yeah, I did talk to that reporter, but I thought she already knew...Since everyone knew Plame was in the CIA... I didn't think I was telling her anything, we were just gossiping... And geez I'm sorry." NOT ONE of the charges leveled against him today would have been made since they all stem from his 1) obstructing the investigation 2) perjury and 3) making false statements. In other words, its the lying stupid.
See? The scandal would have been long ago forgotten. Just like Clinton- if he hadn't gone with all that meaning of "is" is crap, and just said, "yeah, the little groupie went down on me." It would just been a sex scandal and the White House could have made the focus on the illegal wiretaping by that woman who was Monica's "friend."
Instead, in both cases, our tax dollars went to fund massive investigations. Millions and Millions of dollars, wasted because people couldn't tell the truth. That's my money, and yours. You want to know what the American public thinks so many politicians are lying liars? Its because they lie and lie and lie. They lie when the truth would save them.
Reminds me of one of the many, many things MadDog and Mommie Dearest did right when raising me: If I came home and told on myself when I had done something wrong, we would discuss it but no grounding or other punishment other than setting right my wrong would be given. It made me secure in admitting when I was wrong and making what amends I could.
It applies well to my law practice- if you know you screwed up, it can usually be fixed if addressed immediately. Pretending it didn't happen usually works to your disadvantage and results in messes that can't be fixed without large amounts of cash and your liability insurance. Several times in my practice I have had to call a client and say, "I screwed up. This is what worked to your disadvantage and this is how I propose to fix it." No one has ever left dissatisfied. Many have been blown away and amazed that I would tell them I messed something up. Of course, knock wood, my screw ups have been minor and fixable. As MadDog says, "Get 95% right on a law school exam you'll be at the top of your class, get 95% right in your practice you'll get sued before lunch."
I leave you with the forward to one of the great books of all time, Brave New World (Please note: underlining is not available so I use italics.) by Aldous Huxley, "Chronic remorse, as all the moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean."
Have a great weekend.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Favorite fall cooking..
Fall has come here with a vengeance.
I love fall. I love the leaves changing colors. I love being able to go outside without sweating. I love being able to hide 10 pounds under that sweater.
I also love fall food. In summer, down here in the South, it is often just too hot to feel like cooking or eating. You get to the grocery store and freeze your butt off and then when you leave you're melting in the parking lot and by the time you get the groceries home and lug them inside you just don't feel inspired. You feel sweaty and sticky. Especially when you look out in the garden and its so hot the tomatoes aren't producing and your lettuce died back in May and even your Sage and Rosemary are looking kind of baked and washed out. Its just depressing and so you have a sandwich.
But not now, not fall.
Last night I made homemade raviolis- two kinds. One with shrimp and pesto and one with salmon and pesto. I managed to keep one good basil plant alive so I've dolled out fresh pesto twice this fall and can't wait to make some more. I recommend Marcella Huzan for Italian cooking. I'm not a huge "follow the recipe" kind of person, but she teaches you how to make and roll your own pasta and her ideas are so very very inspiring. I did decide to get a pasta roller for my Kitchen-aid because rolling out pasta by hand is just time consuming....Shoulder breaking.
Tonight? One of my absolute favorite: Chicken Pot Pie. Now, Chicken pot pie is comfort food to me and its also convenience food; not even in the same league as making pasta as far as you know, epicurean experience. But I love chicken pot pie and I love easy healthy dinners so here's what I do:
Cook one or two chicken breasts. You can also use left-over roast chicken or even canned chicken.
Take one package of Pillsbury pie crust dough in the red package (in the butter/cheese/milk isle) It comes with two crusts. (You can substitute the off brand...) This is the flat dough, not the stuff already in the pie pan. There is a sweet spot for working with this dough halfway between frozen and thawed. I use a round white china container a little smaller than a dinner plate with about 3 inch sides- I got mine at Pier 1 years ago.
Put one of the crusts on the bottom. Get out a bowl- open 2 cans of veg-all, drain them and add them to one can of cream of chicken soup (Now look, I am fully capable of making not only the "cream" for the chicken pot pie by hand using flour, milk and spices- but also the crusts, but come on people, sometimes its more fun to throw it in the oven and have a drink with all that extra time.) and mix them with the chicken. Now, here is where you can get creative-- use beef instead of chicken with carrots instead of veg all ...Use roast chicken and rosemary...Sage and pork... I have done all of these varieties and loved them. I will caution that when I did a vegetarian one the cream of celery was a bit overwhelming so I'd choose cream of potato or Cheddar cheese soup. You can also add cheese.
Put the mix on top of the pie crust. Put the other pie crust on top. Roll and crimp the edges. Cut holes in the top for venting...you can do fun stuff with this part... Initials, dirty pictures.... Put it in the oven at 400 until the top is nicely tanned.
Remove and voila, dinner. Happy, warm, fast and easy dinner.
Have a great day.
I love fall. I love the leaves changing colors. I love being able to go outside without sweating. I love being able to hide 10 pounds under that sweater.
I also love fall food. In summer, down here in the South, it is often just too hot to feel like cooking or eating. You get to the grocery store and freeze your butt off and then when you leave you're melting in the parking lot and by the time you get the groceries home and lug them inside you just don't feel inspired. You feel sweaty and sticky. Especially when you look out in the garden and its so hot the tomatoes aren't producing and your lettuce died back in May and even your Sage and Rosemary are looking kind of baked and washed out. Its just depressing and so you have a sandwich.
But not now, not fall.
Last night I made homemade raviolis- two kinds. One with shrimp and pesto and one with salmon and pesto. I managed to keep one good basil plant alive so I've dolled out fresh pesto twice this fall and can't wait to make some more. I recommend Marcella Huzan for Italian cooking. I'm not a huge "follow the recipe" kind of person, but she teaches you how to make and roll your own pasta and her ideas are so very very inspiring. I did decide to get a pasta roller for my Kitchen-aid because rolling out pasta by hand is just time consuming....Shoulder breaking.
Tonight? One of my absolute favorite: Chicken Pot Pie. Now, Chicken pot pie is comfort food to me and its also convenience food; not even in the same league as making pasta as far as you know, epicurean experience. But I love chicken pot pie and I love easy healthy dinners so here's what I do:
Cook one or two chicken breasts. You can also use left-over roast chicken or even canned chicken.
Take one package of Pillsbury pie crust dough in the red package (in the butter/cheese/milk isle) It comes with two crusts. (You can substitute the off brand...) This is the flat dough, not the stuff already in the pie pan. There is a sweet spot for working with this dough halfway between frozen and thawed. I use a round white china container a little smaller than a dinner plate with about 3 inch sides- I got mine at Pier 1 years ago.
Put one of the crusts on the bottom. Get out a bowl- open 2 cans of veg-all, drain them and add them to one can of cream of chicken soup (Now look, I am fully capable of making not only the "cream" for the chicken pot pie by hand using flour, milk and spices- but also the crusts, but come on people, sometimes its more fun to throw it in the oven and have a drink with all that extra time.) and mix them with the chicken. Now, here is where you can get creative-- use beef instead of chicken with carrots instead of veg all ...Use roast chicken and rosemary...Sage and pork... I have done all of these varieties and loved them. I will caution that when I did a vegetarian one the cream of celery was a bit overwhelming so I'd choose cream of potato or Cheddar cheese soup. You can also add cheese.
Put the mix on top of the pie crust. Put the other pie crust on top. Roll and crimp the edges. Cut holes in the top for venting...you can do fun stuff with this part... Initials, dirty pictures.... Put it in the oven at 400 until the top is nicely tanned.
Remove and voila, dinner. Happy, warm, fast and easy dinner.
Have a great day.
Monday, October 24, 2005
He just makes it sound sinister....
I was following the Judith Miller story and read about this letter written by Scooter Libby to Ms. Miller. Have you seen this?
First, before I get to the actual letter, let me just say that no one nick-named Scooter is going to keep that nick name unless 1) he is a really laid back type of guy or 2) he wants people to think he is a really laid back kind of guy so he can gut you. Scooter. Always makes me think of my dogs scooting across the carpet when their butts itch. This Scooter is clearly the latter.
Back to the note- the text I have so far is this, "You went into jail in the summer. It is fall now. You will have stories to cover Iraqi elections and suicide bombers, biological threats and the Iranian nuclear program. Out West, where you vacation, the aspens will already be turning. They turn in clusters, because their roots connect them. Come back to work and life. Until then, you will remain in my thoughts and prayers. With admiration, Scooter Libby."
This sounds like a bad mystery novel's idea of what a note containing secret messages would read like. Very cloak and dagger. Its so clumsy in its wording and metaphore I would almost check it for writing in lemon juice underneath, or take the first letters of each word to spell something important....
However, he could just have been watching all the harping on Harriette Miers's Thank You notes to President Bush and want to avoid the embarrassment of archiving something as pedestrian as "I hope the twins realize how cool their parents are." (See The Smoking Gun for multiple Thank yous from Miers to Bush and vice-versa.)
I guess one reason Scooter may have gone more formal in his language is, of course, the proportion of the favor here. He didn't just get a ride on the big guy's plane like Harriett did. He has someone in jail to protect his name and his boss's name (which everyone knew anyway) from being revealed. You know, that's quite a Thank you to write- "Dear Ms. Miller, Thank you for going to jail for my office. So sorry to have put you in such an awkward position. I know if we would just admit we spoke with you, you could go home right now, but Uh... God, I mean Cheney doesn't want us to do that right now."
I suggest that any time someone goes to jail for you or your office, at the bare minimum, a fruit basket is really in order, and maybe a massage upon their release? Someone to pick up your children from day care and water your plants..Would be reasonable, you know. As for the Aspens and her vacation, Yeah, I think all that time in jail probably burned all her vacation time, so she's probably not going to be able to see those Aspen this year.
If I were Miller I would be thinking, "Ok, guys, I WENT TO JAIL FOR YOU now I expect some real bones to be thrown my way. I want anonymous letters. I want to be picked first at the press conferenceses. I want to win the Pulitzer. What the heck is this cryptic letter? If you're going to send me messages you should explain the decoding system to me so I can figure'em out. "
I'm sure that Cheney and Scooter would remind her what a wonderful blow she struck for source protection and Democracy through her jail time. That she was in fact the poster women for Civil Liberties- and shouldn't doing good for the world be a just reward in and of itself?
First, before I get to the actual letter, let me just say that no one nick-named Scooter is going to keep that nick name unless 1) he is a really laid back type of guy or 2) he wants people to think he is a really laid back kind of guy so he can gut you. Scooter. Always makes me think of my dogs scooting across the carpet when their butts itch. This Scooter is clearly the latter.
Back to the note- the text I have so far is this, "You went into jail in the summer. It is fall now. You will have stories to cover Iraqi elections and suicide bombers, biological threats and the Iranian nuclear program. Out West, where you vacation, the aspens will already be turning. They turn in clusters, because their roots connect them. Come back to work and life. Until then, you will remain in my thoughts and prayers. With admiration, Scooter Libby."
This sounds like a bad mystery novel's idea of what a note containing secret messages would read like. Very cloak and dagger. Its so clumsy in its wording and metaphore I would almost check it for writing in lemon juice underneath, or take the first letters of each word to spell something important....
However, he could just have been watching all the harping on Harriette Miers's Thank You notes to President Bush and want to avoid the embarrassment of archiving something as pedestrian as "I hope the twins realize how cool their parents are." (See The Smoking Gun for multiple Thank yous from Miers to Bush and vice-versa.)
I guess one reason Scooter may have gone more formal in his language is, of course, the proportion of the favor here. He didn't just get a ride on the big guy's plane like Harriett did. He has someone in jail to protect his name and his boss's name (which everyone knew anyway) from being revealed. You know, that's quite a Thank you to write- "Dear Ms. Miller, Thank you for going to jail for my office. So sorry to have put you in such an awkward position. I know if we would just admit we spoke with you, you could go home right now, but Uh... God, I mean Cheney doesn't want us to do that right now."
I suggest that any time someone goes to jail for you or your office, at the bare minimum, a fruit basket is really in order, and maybe a massage upon their release? Someone to pick up your children from day care and water your plants..Would be reasonable, you know. As for the Aspens and her vacation, Yeah, I think all that time in jail probably burned all her vacation time, so she's probably not going to be able to see those Aspen this year.
If I were Miller I would be thinking, "Ok, guys, I WENT TO JAIL FOR YOU now I expect some real bones to be thrown my way. I want anonymous letters. I want to be picked first at the press conferenceses. I want to win the Pulitzer. What the heck is this cryptic letter? If you're going to send me messages you should explain the decoding system to me so I can figure'em out. "
I'm sure that Cheney and Scooter would remind her what a wonderful blow she struck for source protection and Democracy through her jail time. That she was in fact the poster women for Civil Liberties- and shouldn't doing good for the world be a just reward in and of itself?
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Conspiracy? Nah, Just good preplaning.
Ok, so if I've heard it once I've heard it a million times from clients..."They're out to get me!" Complaints about cops who seem to track them down over and over abound. I always point out that there might be an issue in that they continue to engage in the behavior that draws the attention of the cops...You know, if he pulled you over last week for a broken tail light, no seatbelt and weaving and he found out you have a suspended license, he's going to pull you over when he sees you out and about again. Without a seatbelt, or working tail lights driving through crack alley again. I mean, duh.
But then, there are the times that the government is a little more sneaky and a little more organized. This article also made me think about the legal implications of each page reproduced by a printer being marked with the date and time of its production as well as the identification of the printer. That could be handy in a case- and not just the counterfeiting they originally imagined. Of course, the privacy concerns still make my teeth itch... And I am reminded of an old saying of MadDog's: its not paranoia if they really are out to get you.
Sidebar: I had a case once where I was able to demonstrate that a majority of a public utility's board members had been meeting with a private attorney outside the meeting time ( a violation of the Sunshine law among other things...) because they all produced wonderfully written motions...And the attorney inserted his tracking system on the lower left corner, a common practice. Thus, I knew each of them had been to the same attorney and their motions were stored in the same file.
Remember: Privacy rights don't attach to consumer purchases or in most consumer transactions. Only the government and certain other highly regulated industries owe you those.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/18/AR2005101801663.html
My favorite part of the article? An intern figured it all out. He he. That intern is all, "Yeah, I cracked the code." I am sooo going to get a job here."
But then, there are the times that the government is a little more sneaky and a little more organized. This article also made me think about the legal implications of each page reproduced by a printer being marked with the date and time of its production as well as the identification of the printer. That could be handy in a case- and not just the counterfeiting they originally imagined. Of course, the privacy concerns still make my teeth itch... And I am reminded of an old saying of MadDog's: its not paranoia if they really are out to get you.
Sidebar: I had a case once where I was able to demonstrate that a majority of a public utility's board members had been meeting with a private attorney outside the meeting time ( a violation of the Sunshine law among other things...) because they all produced wonderfully written motions...And the attorney inserted his tracking system on the lower left corner, a common practice. Thus, I knew each of them had been to the same attorney and their motions were stored in the same file.
Remember: Privacy rights don't attach to consumer purchases or in most consumer transactions. Only the government and certain other highly regulated industries owe you those.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/18/AR2005101801663.html
My favorite part of the article? An intern figured it all out. He he. That intern is all, "Yeah, I cracked the code." I am sooo going to get a job here."
Snapshots from Lunch
So yesterday MadDog, Mommy Dearest and I went to lunch together at Captain D's because MadDog had coupons.
The following amusing conversations ensued:
Mommy Dearest: "Watch out, that car's going to hit you!"
MadDog: hesitates, then guns car. "Dammit woman, I'm driving."
Mommy Dearest: "Sorry, darling, its harder to backseat drive from the actual back seat. Your headrest was blocking part of my view. "
Then:
Driving down the main road in town we pass a shady bar I've never been to. It has a Mafia sounding name- in Alabama. The sign is advertising Karoke.
"Your mother and I went there once and your mother sang Karoke." He smiles at her in the rearview mirror.
"Wait a second, ya'll actually went there?"
"Yes, after a wedding. We were all dressed up. The regulars kind of looked at us funny, but they warmed up after your mother sang Karoke."
"Hmm, I've never been there. I tried to get my friends to go there the other day but they said we shouldn't- it wouldn't be cool."
"Well, we were scoping out places to take our friends when they came up to visit from the coast."
"I'd take them to (local bar) or (Other local bar)."
"Is there anywhere else? What about that spank the monkey place?" Shakes his head at the name.
I'm laughing now. "No, That's Spank Daddy's. And I think the crowd would be a little young, a little droopy pants and too much Hip-Hop music for you." MadDog starts laughing.
Mommy Dearest says, "Why are ya'll laughing? What's funny?"
Me: Spank the monkey means to masturbate.
Mommy Dearest: Is that term used for when boys or girls masturbate?
"Boys."
"I have never heard that. Well, I just always learn something new when we're in the car with you."
My parents are just so cute.
The following amusing conversations ensued:
Mommy Dearest: "Watch out, that car's going to hit you!"
MadDog: hesitates, then guns car. "Dammit woman, I'm driving."
Mommy Dearest: "Sorry, darling, its harder to backseat drive from the actual back seat. Your headrest was blocking part of my view. "
Then:
Driving down the main road in town we pass a shady bar I've never been to. It has a Mafia sounding name- in Alabama. The sign is advertising Karoke.
"Your mother and I went there once and your mother sang Karoke." He smiles at her in the rearview mirror.
"Wait a second, ya'll actually went there?"
"Yes, after a wedding. We were all dressed up. The regulars kind of looked at us funny, but they warmed up after your mother sang Karoke."
"Hmm, I've never been there. I tried to get my friends to go there the other day but they said we shouldn't- it wouldn't be cool."
"Well, we were scoping out places to take our friends when they came up to visit from the coast."
"I'd take them to (local bar) or (Other local bar)."
"Is there anywhere else? What about that spank the monkey place?" Shakes his head at the name.
I'm laughing now. "No, That's Spank Daddy's. And I think the crowd would be a little young, a little droopy pants and too much Hip-Hop music for you." MadDog starts laughing.
Mommy Dearest says, "Why are ya'll laughing? What's funny?"
Me: Spank the monkey means to masturbate.
Mommy Dearest: Is that term used for when boys or girls masturbate?
"Boys."
"I have never heard that. Well, I just always learn something new when we're in the car with you."
My parents are just so cute.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Saturday Morning Sunshine
So I had to get up this morning and get going because I had some more bankruptcies to complete and I was irked about having to go sit in my office on such a beautiful beautiful day and it occurred to me... I own a laptop now and I can do this work outside, so I went to my favorite coffee shop and ordered a large mocha with Ghiradelli chocolate (Mmmm, Chocolate.) and set up outside listening to the traffic and watching the old men congregate and chat about their lives, and entered creditor after creditor. Now I'm taking a break and truly appreciating technology that allows me to sit here and be online and check up on my Blog. How great is that? Yesterday I discovered that the park next to my office is also a "Hot Spot" so I can also sit out there and do work.
Its a beautiful day here in Alabama- sunny and I'd say about 74- perfect in the shade. Ten years ago I wouldn't have dreamed that I would be sitting here on the computer...I wonder what a further ten years will bring? I'm sitting here trying to think of something new- cooler than today and beyond silent cars, or smaller lighter computers (and frankly, I like the current size and weight, if I'm going to spend money on something I like to to at least Feel sturdy and expensive...) how much more advanced will we get? Of course, technology will advance, it has been marching steadily onward, but who in the 1950s really thought that computers would have become so ingrained in our lives?
Ok, I'm going to run, but before I do, there is now a group of women congregating at the casino bus stop wearing their lucky shirts (which all seem to involve sequins and other shiny materials) with their wheel chairs and oxygen tanks ready to head off to... Biloxy I suppose, but I didn't realize they were already back to business as usual...And I think its really cute. They have their pillows and bags and are ready for some hot action. : )
Its a beautiful day here in Alabama- sunny and I'd say about 74- perfect in the shade. Ten years ago I wouldn't have dreamed that I would be sitting here on the computer...I wonder what a further ten years will bring? I'm sitting here trying to think of something new- cooler than today and beyond silent cars, or smaller lighter computers (and frankly, I like the current size and weight, if I'm going to spend money on something I like to to at least Feel sturdy and expensive...) how much more advanced will we get? Of course, technology will advance, it has been marching steadily onward, but who in the 1950s really thought that computers would have become so ingrained in our lives?
Ok, I'm going to run, but before I do, there is now a group of women congregating at the casino bus stop wearing their lucky shirts (which all seem to involve sequins and other shiny materials) with their wheel chairs and oxygen tanks ready to head off to... Biloxy I suppose, but I didn't realize they were already back to business as usual...And I think its really cute. They have their pillows and bags and are ready for some hot action. : )
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Legislating Morality
I read an article in the Atlantic Monthly this month that made me think about legislation and morality. I am wary of legislating moral issues for several reasons. First, whose morality are we going to legislate and how are we going to choose it? Certain moral decisions, we have all admitted as part of the social contract, should be regulated. Non-government sanctioned killing is bad, for example. Many would argue the position that all killing is wrong- including executions, war related, and self defense but we choose the broader, lower standard. Other moral decisions are left for the individual to navigate for himself or herself: whether to appear on Girls Gone Wild videos, for example.
The question then becomes: Which moral decisions should be addressed by the Federal Government, Which should be addressed by the State Governments and which should be protected as belonging to the realm of the individual?
In Virginia recently, legislators decided to pass a law that you couldn't let your underwear show in public. In other words, instead of just shaking their fists at the kids for wearing their pants around their hips, these legislators are spending their time actually writing a law against it. Putting aside the difficulty in defining "underwear," (Is a bathingsuit worn as a bra underwear?)
I can just see the impetus:
"Daddy. I'd like you to meet Billy-Joe. He's here to take me to the movies. " The daughter says, and then, "Billy Joe, I'd like you to meet Senator Daddy."
Senator Daddy realizes his 16 year old daughter is wearing pants so low he can see her underwear. "Young lady you will not leave the house dressed like that!" He bellows. Her mom intervenes telling Senator Daddy that "its how all the kids dress these days." He then notices Billy Joe, who is a white suburban kid, wearing his pants 20 sizes too big, his plaid boxers sticking out of his FUBU shirt. Senator Daddy is trying to figure out the relationship between FUBU and FUBAR, which he remembers from his days in Vietnam, and is not succeeding. He is, however, convinced that Billy Joe's T-Shirt must say something dirty.
He is outraged that young people are dressing like this.
He has somehow conveniently forgotten his own father's apploplexy over his allowing his sideburns to come below his ears. He has forgotten Bell Bottoms. Leisure suits so tight you knew immediately: Boxers, briefs or commando. Mini dresses. Pierced ears. Rock-and-Roll.
In the 1920's it was rolled socks, flappers outfits, women cutting their hair. It was, Gasp! Allowing your calves to show in public!
In my teen years it was ripped, bleached jeans. Lots of holes in your ears. Leg warmers. And Stirrup pants. I remember MadDog running around singing "8, 8 I forget what 8 was for...." Making fun of the Violent Femmes.
Today its stupid looking pants, pierced everything and thongs. Hip-Hop. Texting.
I'm absolutely positive the next generation will come up with something completely bizarre they do to piss off the older generation.
This is part of- oh, lets go out on a limb, This IS what makes America great. We allow people to behave like complete idiots so long as their behavior does not infringe on our rights. There is room here for people who do not behave like you or look like you.
If you're offended by that moron's clothing- then don't look at it. Don't hire them. Shun them. Don't allow your child out of the house dressed like that. Employ any one of the many social corrective measures available to you. Beyond that- it is his or her choice. Because you know what's going to happen? I do. One of these days Billy Joe is going to need a job and he's going to put on those tan trousers his mom bought for him and he's going to put on a shirt and a tie and get a job.
Of course, he's probably going to leave the tongue ring in... Just like the women of my generation refused to put on panty hose and, eventually, some part of what was socially provocative will become the norm. Shoot, 75 years ago the fact that I'm wearing a pants suit and being a lawyer would have been unthinkable, as would my lack of foundation garments.
I think this is what bothers and worries these would be social archecticts- that change is really synonymous with "sliding ever closer to the abyss of the lowest common denominator." In other words, their position is that if we don't stigmatize young women having children out of wedlock, then more people will have children out of wedlock, and having children out of wedlock is something we should be working against and dressing like that is leading directly to having children out of wedlock and the whole structure of our society is going to crumble and be destroyed. This worry may or may not have substance- I argue instead it is not the realm of our Government to act in loco parentas and correct its citizens when they make a poor decisions.
Legislation, either on the State or Federal level, is not the way to solve or address these issues. Community social pressures, education, and propaganda are the way to solve these issues.
Lets think for a minute how much social norms change-- and not necessarily for the worse- after all George Washington was a wig, high heel and manpris (Manpris= men's capris for you MadDog because I know you're going to ask me.) wearing, slave owning, hemp growing radical. Sure, he believed in universal suffrage- for all White Men that is.
There was no golden age of perfect morality. The 1950's were not perfect- women still got pregnant out of wedlock, there were still lots of homosexuals, and domestic violence was culturally accepted in many circles. Segregation blotted the South.
We need to get over being offended by what other people do or don't do. You need to get the plank out of your own eye before you concentrate on the splinter in your neighbor's eye. We have to remember that forcing people to act right has never worked and will never work. Society will never be perfect and young people will always come up with stupid clothing trends.
These laws, because they are poorly written and ill conceived, will become outmoded and archaic- much like the funny laws on the books now (Ones about when you can take a bath, stuff like that-- we've all seen them)-- and are a waste of the legislator's time and energy. In my mind it cheapens so much of what legislators do when they get caught up these silly little problems-- considering a bill to address identification and voting in the same session as a bill to stop underwear showing cheapens the work in my mind. Should segregation or say, economic redevelopment, for a current hot button civil rights topic, and visible underwear really be on the same level?
But, how the legislators spend their time and energy is anther rant for another day.
The question then becomes: Which moral decisions should be addressed by the Federal Government, Which should be addressed by the State Governments and which should be protected as belonging to the realm of the individual?
In Virginia recently, legislators decided to pass a law that you couldn't let your underwear show in public. In other words, instead of just shaking their fists at the kids for wearing their pants around their hips, these legislators are spending their time actually writing a law against it. Putting aside the difficulty in defining "underwear," (Is a bathingsuit worn as a bra underwear?)
I can just see the impetus:
"Daddy. I'd like you to meet Billy-Joe. He's here to take me to the movies. " The daughter says, and then, "Billy Joe, I'd like you to meet Senator Daddy."
Senator Daddy realizes his 16 year old daughter is wearing pants so low he can see her underwear. "Young lady you will not leave the house dressed like that!" He bellows. Her mom intervenes telling Senator Daddy that "its how all the kids dress these days." He then notices Billy Joe, who is a white suburban kid, wearing his pants 20 sizes too big, his plaid boxers sticking out of his FUBU shirt. Senator Daddy is trying to figure out the relationship between FUBU and FUBAR, which he remembers from his days in Vietnam, and is not succeeding. He is, however, convinced that Billy Joe's T-Shirt must say something dirty.
He is outraged that young people are dressing like this.
He has somehow conveniently forgotten his own father's apploplexy over his allowing his sideburns to come below his ears. He has forgotten Bell Bottoms. Leisure suits so tight you knew immediately: Boxers, briefs or commando. Mini dresses. Pierced ears. Rock-and-Roll.
In the 1920's it was rolled socks, flappers outfits, women cutting their hair. It was, Gasp! Allowing your calves to show in public!
In my teen years it was ripped, bleached jeans. Lots of holes in your ears. Leg warmers. And Stirrup pants. I remember MadDog running around singing "8, 8 I forget what 8 was for...." Making fun of the Violent Femmes.
Today its stupid looking pants, pierced everything and thongs. Hip-Hop. Texting.
I'm absolutely positive the next generation will come up with something completely bizarre they do to piss off the older generation.
This is part of- oh, lets go out on a limb, This IS what makes America great. We allow people to behave like complete idiots so long as their behavior does not infringe on our rights. There is room here for people who do not behave like you or look like you.
If you're offended by that moron's clothing- then don't look at it. Don't hire them. Shun them. Don't allow your child out of the house dressed like that. Employ any one of the many social corrective measures available to you. Beyond that- it is his or her choice. Because you know what's going to happen? I do. One of these days Billy Joe is going to need a job and he's going to put on those tan trousers his mom bought for him and he's going to put on a shirt and a tie and get a job.
Of course, he's probably going to leave the tongue ring in... Just like the women of my generation refused to put on panty hose and, eventually, some part of what was socially provocative will become the norm. Shoot, 75 years ago the fact that I'm wearing a pants suit and being a lawyer would have been unthinkable, as would my lack of foundation garments.
I think this is what bothers and worries these would be social archecticts- that change is really synonymous with "sliding ever closer to the abyss of the lowest common denominator." In other words, their position is that if we don't stigmatize young women having children out of wedlock, then more people will have children out of wedlock, and having children out of wedlock is something we should be working against and dressing like that is leading directly to having children out of wedlock and the whole structure of our society is going to crumble and be destroyed. This worry may or may not have substance- I argue instead it is not the realm of our Government to act in loco parentas and correct its citizens when they make a poor decisions.
Legislation, either on the State or Federal level, is not the way to solve or address these issues. Community social pressures, education, and propaganda are the way to solve these issues.
Lets think for a minute how much social norms change-- and not necessarily for the worse- after all George Washington was a wig, high heel and manpris (Manpris= men's capris for you MadDog because I know you're going to ask me.) wearing, slave owning, hemp growing radical. Sure, he believed in universal suffrage- for all White Men that is.
There was no golden age of perfect morality. The 1950's were not perfect- women still got pregnant out of wedlock, there were still lots of homosexuals, and domestic violence was culturally accepted in many circles. Segregation blotted the South.
We need to get over being offended by what other people do or don't do. You need to get the plank out of your own eye before you concentrate on the splinter in your neighbor's eye. We have to remember that forcing people to act right has never worked and will never work. Society will never be perfect and young people will always come up with stupid clothing trends.
These laws, because they are poorly written and ill conceived, will become outmoded and archaic- much like the funny laws on the books now (Ones about when you can take a bath, stuff like that-- we've all seen them)-- and are a waste of the legislator's time and energy. In my mind it cheapens so much of what legislators do when they get caught up these silly little problems-- considering a bill to address identification and voting in the same session as a bill to stop underwear showing cheapens the work in my mind. Should segregation or say, economic redevelopment, for a current hot button civil rights topic, and visible underwear really be on the same level?
But, how the legislators spend their time and energy is anther rant for another day.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
FYI
This is an important announcement for stupid clients everywhere: If you are going to kick in the door to your former girlfriend's apartment because you think she is in there- make sure you lock your phone so you don't accidentally call her while you are kicking in the door and record the sounds, including the sound of you opening the now kicked in door and walking into the apartment, on her voice mail.
Next, removing mail from the mailbox that is not addressed to you and throwing it away is a Federal Crime.
Finally, just in case you were confused: calling your former girlfriend and, after she tells you that she is recording the conversation, telling her you are going to make up lies about her and tell everyone is just plain dumb.
Next, removing mail from the mailbox that is not addressed to you and throwing it away is a Federal Crime.
Finally, just in case you were confused: calling your former girlfriend and, after she tells you that she is recording the conversation, telling her you are going to make up lies about her and tell everyone is just plain dumb.
Environment and perspective..and kickball!
For two years now I have been in my new office. The first six months after law school and passing the bar I slaved away at a beautiful but uncomfortable desk in MadDog's conference room rather than share a desk with Mommie Dearest and MadDog's brilliant Secretary. Two anal retentive women sharing a desk is plenty...Especially after Mommie Dearest got upset when I shifted her pencil in the drawer.
Soon enough I was able to afford to move into my very own 10 foot by 15 foot office. It was a second floor walk up and it had no windows, but I shared a lovely conference room, kitchen, and even **gasp** a sauna in the basement. I liked it pretty well, but long about February I was just sick of NEVER seeing the sun. Finally, after two years I was able to move back into my own office in MadDog's building. There were only windows in the reception area, so I put my desk right in the front and settled in. After more than a year there the end tennant moved out and I was able to get my dream office. I have a view of the front door and the secretarial area from my actual office, and the park from both rooms. Lots of windows. I actually committed to this office- I know because I painted. I hope to never move again.
MadDog is pleased because it had a tiny file room (7'x8') with a window which I gave to Mommie Dearest so she has her very own office which she doesn't have to share with anyone and I thus restored order to MadDog's world...Because life is very difficult when your wife and your secretary are having territorial disputes.
Each of these moves has reminded me how important our environment is to our perspective and productivity. I sit at my desk, the same desk I've had the entire time I've been an attorney as Mommie Dearest bought it for me upon graduation, with my back to the wall, full view of everything going on and I feel like a lawyer. The paint color is perfect (Natty Neutral- a kind of gray brown color- I told my paint guru I wanted to make it look expensive with paint...), my files are organized into the riser to my left, papers organized into the caddy, appointment book to one side.
I remember running into this some in college and law school- I would have to have everything just so to feel like I could study. When I worked in a cube and spent an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out how to arrange my furniture and items to make myself comfortable and productive. That's when I hit upon the corner desk placement.
In a square room or cube, nothing beats the corner desk placement. Put your chair in the corner, facing out. Turn your desk so you can sit at it and have enough room to get out- it actually works in tight spaces and means no more sitting with your back to the room- which just makes me twitch. It also makes the room feel more spacious and gives you a little area on one side of your desk to stack necessary items which don't fit in the desk itself.
I think sometimes we forget how important environment is to our productivity. The color of the room, items in the room, clutter, old memories.... All of these things have an impact on our feelings, however subtle. I know I get into a rut and let crap pile up in the bottom of my closets, in the spare room... You know, "Hey, I'm going to drop by..." Oh Crap! Just shove the mess in the back of the closet....
I have started taking out random stuff I have accumulated one black leaf bag at a time. One per week. Because fall is a good time to just admit that you are not going to wear that... Whatever...Again. (In my case the most recent was an acrylic sweater from 1989 in fuscha, electric blue and yellow...and black stirrup pants...) Or that while you loved those bowls when you first bought them, since you have now broken all but one and have bought new bowls, you could give that last remaining bowl to the salvation army. Or that that gift is really not going to be regifted because do you REALLY want someone to think of YOU when they look at it? I actually found someone who was moving and sent off an accumulation of boxes with her...Because for some reason I kept them when I moved in and really, I am not moving again any time soon.
It feels so freeing to clean this clutter out. It is a symbolic mental lightening as well as a purely physical difference. Environment and perspective are inexorably linked- and if you are having trouble changing your mental attitude, sometimes the act of cleaning things out can help, and sometimes just the newly de-cluttered result of the cleaning can help and sometimes you have to get a bit more radical and change the environment completely- but a new environment can almost always give you a jolt of energy and a burst of enthuaism.
Ok, off of serious topics for a moment. I played kick ball Sunday and it was a blast! You know, old school, playground rules, full on kick ball. We had 23 players, assorted hangers on, beer, burgers and let the teenaged girls make awards while the grown ups played. And play we did-- some of the men got a little too competitive and we did have to fuss at one guy who purposefully collided with the first base woman and knocked her over.
One person took a running dive for a ball and missed, one took one and caught it! There was one mid-air collision, one face pummeling with the ball and lots of laughter. I redeemed my failure to catch the first ball that came at me (I played second) by catching the second one and making a crucial out. I am so sore still today- but a good kind of sore. Games are more fun as an adult-- you can have a beer and a smoke while you're in the dugout. Hehehe. Playing kickball, you can even carry your beer with you around the bases....Long story short-- it was awesome and you should get your friends together and play : )
Soon enough I was able to afford to move into my very own 10 foot by 15 foot office. It was a second floor walk up and it had no windows, but I shared a lovely conference room, kitchen, and even **gasp** a sauna in the basement. I liked it pretty well, but long about February I was just sick of NEVER seeing the sun. Finally, after two years I was able to move back into my own office in MadDog's building. There were only windows in the reception area, so I put my desk right in the front and settled in. After more than a year there the end tennant moved out and I was able to get my dream office. I have a view of the front door and the secretarial area from my actual office, and the park from both rooms. Lots of windows. I actually committed to this office- I know because I painted. I hope to never move again.
MadDog is pleased because it had a tiny file room (7'x8') with a window which I gave to Mommie Dearest so she has her very own office which she doesn't have to share with anyone and I thus restored order to MadDog's world...Because life is very difficult when your wife and your secretary are having territorial disputes.
Each of these moves has reminded me how important our environment is to our perspective and productivity. I sit at my desk, the same desk I've had the entire time I've been an attorney as Mommie Dearest bought it for me upon graduation, with my back to the wall, full view of everything going on and I feel like a lawyer. The paint color is perfect (Natty Neutral- a kind of gray brown color- I told my paint guru I wanted to make it look expensive with paint...), my files are organized into the riser to my left, papers organized into the caddy, appointment book to one side.
I remember running into this some in college and law school- I would have to have everything just so to feel like I could study. When I worked in a cube and spent an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out how to arrange my furniture and items to make myself comfortable and productive. That's when I hit upon the corner desk placement.
In a square room or cube, nothing beats the corner desk placement. Put your chair in the corner, facing out. Turn your desk so you can sit at it and have enough room to get out- it actually works in tight spaces and means no more sitting with your back to the room- which just makes me twitch. It also makes the room feel more spacious and gives you a little area on one side of your desk to stack necessary items which don't fit in the desk itself.
I think sometimes we forget how important environment is to our productivity. The color of the room, items in the room, clutter, old memories.... All of these things have an impact on our feelings, however subtle. I know I get into a rut and let crap pile up in the bottom of my closets, in the spare room... You know, "Hey, I'm going to drop by..." Oh Crap! Just shove the mess in the back of the closet....
I have started taking out random stuff I have accumulated one black leaf bag at a time. One per week. Because fall is a good time to just admit that you are not going to wear that... Whatever...Again. (In my case the most recent was an acrylic sweater from 1989 in fuscha, electric blue and yellow...and black stirrup pants...) Or that while you loved those bowls when you first bought them, since you have now broken all but one and have bought new bowls, you could give that last remaining bowl to the salvation army. Or that that gift is really not going to be regifted because do you REALLY want someone to think of YOU when they look at it? I actually found someone who was moving and sent off an accumulation of boxes with her...Because for some reason I kept them when I moved in and really, I am not moving again any time soon.
It feels so freeing to clean this clutter out. It is a symbolic mental lightening as well as a purely physical difference. Environment and perspective are inexorably linked- and if you are having trouble changing your mental attitude, sometimes the act of cleaning things out can help, and sometimes just the newly de-cluttered result of the cleaning can help and sometimes you have to get a bit more radical and change the environment completely- but a new environment can almost always give you a jolt of energy and a burst of enthuaism.
Ok, off of serious topics for a moment. I played kick ball Sunday and it was a blast! You know, old school, playground rules, full on kick ball. We had 23 players, assorted hangers on, beer, burgers and let the teenaged girls make awards while the grown ups played. And play we did-- some of the men got a little too competitive and we did have to fuss at one guy who purposefully collided with the first base woman and knocked her over.
One person took a running dive for a ball and missed, one took one and caught it! There was one mid-air collision, one face pummeling with the ball and lots of laughter. I redeemed my failure to catch the first ball that came at me (I played second) by catching the second one and making a crucial out. I am so sore still today- but a good kind of sore. Games are more fun as an adult-- you can have a beer and a smoke while you're in the dugout. Hehehe. Playing kickball, you can even carry your beer with you around the bases....Long story short-- it was awesome and you should get your friends together and play : )
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Know when to say No.
Arbitrary and Capricious posted a link to this and it made me think of some of my clients....
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/citizensagainstlitigationabuse/message/373
I think I would have to withdraw.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/citizensagainstlitigationabuse/message/373
I think I would have to withdraw.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Work and Blogging...
Ok, I know I haven't been blogging as much as usual. Several causes to that, the biggest one being my freaking work load. In the month of September I had 23 separate Court appearances, and most of those involved multiple cases. Naturally, there were many days when I did not have Court, but I had to spend much of that time doing orders and preparing the onslaught of Bankruptcies I have received.
Look, I became a lawyer so I could work to live, not live to work. Of course, part of what makes me a good (Dedicated?) lawyer, is that I am a hard worker. I kind of, sort of, ummm shall we say, pretty much constantly think about most of my cases all the time.
MadDog has tried to help me compartmentalize my life-- and I do try to turn it off when I get home. But still, I had a doozie today and I have had it on my mind pretty much umm, all weekend, all day yesterday and this AM at 7- bright and early. The thing is, sometimes, turning things over and over in your head is important-- you see something new, you link the facts up properly so they can be pulled out at a minute's notice; you know your case front and back. Which is important because your trial plan will last precisely 1.5 nanoseconds before something derails it. This is the life of a trial lawyer. It takes a certain personality to be anal enough to have it all prepared and laid out, and yet, flexible enough to go with the new information you are getting at trial.
I am happy to say that the other two lawyers in the case I had today begged me to stay in the case, I made my client happy, and I think that this situation may make the parents team together and work against the intervener, which is really the best for the child. A good result all the way around. Plus, I got one of the other lawyers to draft the order...hehehe... Let the wannabe intervening wench pay for that. My client was all, "Why aren't you drafting the order? I always feel better when you draft the order." and I looked at her and said, " We read it into the record, so he's not going to be able to slip anything in. Do you really want to pay $150.00 for me to write it when I can just read over it or do you want the intervener to pay that money to her lawyer who will probably claim it took at least 2 hours?" She bowed to my superior skills at sticking it to people.
I am looking forward to relaxing tonight and NOT thinking about work.
But, before I do one more funny story. This is a non law related story:
I am a pretty handy sort of chick. For example, weekend before last I took down the old ceiling fan (and my ceilings are sloped up to 14 feet and are at least 10 feet where the fan was installed. ) purchased a new fan and installed it myself. Yes, while perched at the top of a ladder I installed and wired the fan and it works perfectly. Look ma, no wobble! And no, no men were involved in any way, shape, form, or fashion- except in admiring the result after he got home from work.
At any rate, after I finished that, I noticed that my refrigerator was not up to temp. I was prompted to notice this when the milk resembled cottage cheese more than milk after a mere four days. Emboldened by my success with the ceiling fan, I pulled the thermometer out and put it in the fridge to determine exactly where we were.
The Fridge was at a not so great 55 degrees.
I tried turning the thermostat off and then down... Nothing new. Frozen stuff is still frozen, but the ice maker is not producing.
I pulled it out from the wall and noticed nothing out of the ordinary.
I decided there was only one thing left to do: find the manual.
The manual had a nice little section entitled, "Caring for your new refrigerator." Look, I am woman enough to have kept the manual, and to be able to locate it within 5 min of beginning to look for it, but no, I have never actually read it.
These lines caught my eye, "You should remove the front grill and clean the condenser coils regularly. This may need to be done as often as once a month. Failing to do this may result in the refrigerator not being able to stay at the optimal temperature."
You know I have dogs, right? Big white hairy dogs.
I have had this machine for 5 and 1/2 years.
I have never even thought about cleaning the condenser coils.
So, I sit on the floor and pull open the filter.
I could have made a new dog with all the gunky dust up under there! An ugly grayish dog, but dog nonetheless. I vacuumed and wiped down the coils.
Yep. Fridge is now down to 40 degrees and the ice maker has returned to making ice.
I am going to go and tackle the threshold into my bathroom this weekend...
Look, I became a lawyer so I could work to live, not live to work. Of course, part of what makes me a good (Dedicated?) lawyer, is that I am a hard worker. I kind of, sort of, ummm shall we say, pretty much constantly think about most of my cases all the time.
MadDog has tried to help me compartmentalize my life-- and I do try to turn it off when I get home. But still, I had a doozie today and I have had it on my mind pretty much umm, all weekend, all day yesterday and this AM at 7- bright and early. The thing is, sometimes, turning things over and over in your head is important-- you see something new, you link the facts up properly so they can be pulled out at a minute's notice; you know your case front and back. Which is important because your trial plan will last precisely 1.5 nanoseconds before something derails it. This is the life of a trial lawyer. It takes a certain personality to be anal enough to have it all prepared and laid out, and yet, flexible enough to go with the new information you are getting at trial.
I am happy to say that the other two lawyers in the case I had today begged me to stay in the case, I made my client happy, and I think that this situation may make the parents team together and work against the intervener, which is really the best for the child. A good result all the way around. Plus, I got one of the other lawyers to draft the order...hehehe... Let the wannabe intervening wench pay for that. My client was all, "Why aren't you drafting the order? I always feel better when you draft the order." and I looked at her and said, " We read it into the record, so he's not going to be able to slip anything in. Do you really want to pay $150.00 for me to write it when I can just read over it or do you want the intervener to pay that money to her lawyer who will probably claim it took at least 2 hours?" She bowed to my superior skills at sticking it to people.
I am looking forward to relaxing tonight and NOT thinking about work.
But, before I do one more funny story. This is a non law related story:
I am a pretty handy sort of chick. For example, weekend before last I took down the old ceiling fan (and my ceilings are sloped up to 14 feet and are at least 10 feet where the fan was installed. ) purchased a new fan and installed it myself. Yes, while perched at the top of a ladder I installed and wired the fan and it works perfectly. Look ma, no wobble! And no, no men were involved in any way, shape, form, or fashion- except in admiring the result after he got home from work.
At any rate, after I finished that, I noticed that my refrigerator was not up to temp. I was prompted to notice this when the milk resembled cottage cheese more than milk after a mere four days. Emboldened by my success with the ceiling fan, I pulled the thermometer out and put it in the fridge to determine exactly where we were.
The Fridge was at a not so great 55 degrees.
I tried turning the thermostat off and then down... Nothing new. Frozen stuff is still frozen, but the ice maker is not producing.
I pulled it out from the wall and noticed nothing out of the ordinary.
I decided there was only one thing left to do: find the manual.
The manual had a nice little section entitled, "Caring for your new refrigerator." Look, I am woman enough to have kept the manual, and to be able to locate it within 5 min of beginning to look for it, but no, I have never actually read it.
These lines caught my eye, "You should remove the front grill and clean the condenser coils regularly. This may need to be done as often as once a month. Failing to do this may result in the refrigerator not being able to stay at the optimal temperature."
You know I have dogs, right? Big white hairy dogs.
I have had this machine for 5 and 1/2 years.
I have never even thought about cleaning the condenser coils.
So, I sit on the floor and pull open the filter.
I could have made a new dog with all the gunky dust up under there! An ugly grayish dog, but dog nonetheless. I vacuumed and wiped down the coils.
Yep. Fridge is now down to 40 degrees and the ice maker has returned to making ice.
I am going to go and tackle the threshold into my bathroom this weekend...
Monday, October 03, 2005
Something that made me snarf my Diet Mt. Dew... And not in a good way.
So, I was studying up on Bush's nomination for the Supreme Court and in a perfectly normal article I stumble across this:
Added Troy Newman of Operation Rescue, an anti-abortion group: “The small pieces of information we do know are disappointing. For example, she's Southern Methodist, notoriously pro-abortion.”
Ok, so the conservatives, represented by Operation Rescue, (who gave money to Eric Rudolph BTW- so, you know, they may be anti-abortion, but they are definitely not "Pro-Life."), are worried that this woman belongs to those "notoriously pro-abortion" METHODISTS.
Since when did belonging to a mainstream church not cut the grade any more?
And since when did some skeevy fringe group like operation rescue have the political clout to get quoted on Microsoft?
I shudder to think what he would say about Presbyterians. : )
I'll bet a lot of Methodists are surprised to learn about their "Notorious" status. I'm going to go call my best friend who teaches Sunday School at her Methodist church and tell her she's notorious. But then, she probably knew that already.
Added Troy Newman of Operation Rescue, an anti-abortion group: “The small pieces of information we do know are disappointing. For example, she's Southern Methodist, notoriously pro-abortion.”
Ok, so the conservatives, represented by Operation Rescue, (who gave money to Eric Rudolph BTW- so, you know, they may be anti-abortion, but they are definitely not "Pro-Life."), are worried that this woman belongs to those "notoriously pro-abortion" METHODISTS.
Since when did belonging to a mainstream church not cut the grade any more?
And since when did some skeevy fringe group like operation rescue have the political clout to get quoted on Microsoft?
I shudder to think what he would say about Presbyterians. : )
I'll bet a lot of Methodists are surprised to learn about their "Notorious" status. I'm going to go call my best friend who teaches Sunday School at her Methodist church and tell her she's notorious. But then, she probably knew that already.
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