Good morning my little pudding snacks, how’s every little thing?
Aren’t you proud that I actually managed to get the Lazy Monday Poll (which, as I’ve mentioned before, I pinched from Now Smell This, a perfume blog you all should read) up on what can only be described as an actual Monday? If not you should be.
Last week I asked you to weigh in on Boobquake, and many of you including Cat and Jezebella, had the same feelings about it that I did, and are tired of being asked to get their kit off for Very Special Causes. While Orora wrote:
“Well, I kinda look at Boobquake this way: I’m a multi-faceted person. I’m sexual and smart. I can be both at the same time. If other people look at me as an object for showing excess cleavage (to borrow a phrase) that’s their issue. It doesn’t diminish my feelings about my own smarts if someone looks at me and just sees boobs. For me, and I don’t presume to speak for any other woman, feminism means the right to embrace my sexuality and my brain.”
Our own beloved but clearly wrong-thinking Miranda said she didn’t get it, and besides “the only Lafayette that matters is on True Blood.” Doctor Google tells me in a television show about vampires, which normally would be grounds for much mocking, but because she did just get accepted to Tulane (congratulations) I shall withhold my mockery and simply point out that there are only two Lafayettes that truly matter:
Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de La Fayette aka General Lafayette, who is the only person to appear on both the my list for Top Five Biscuits of the American Revolution and Top Five Biscuits of the French Revolution.
(I’d hit it like it was Louisiana in a land grab)
and Lafayette #2
Les Galeries Lafayette, aka Notre Dame de Maxed Out Credit Cards.
(Hush. Don’t speak. There are no words.)
Incidentally, it’s a safe bet both Les Galeries and your
silly little vampire are probably named after the General in one way or another. I don’t know anything about Sookie Stackhouse et al, but I do know Les Galeries were named after the Rue La Fayette, and just as we have George Washington Parkway and Martin Luther King Blvd after our notable (including several Lafayettes), Paris has theirs.
This week I’ve been thinking about Glee. I’m not a huge fan. I mean I like the little gay boy and Jane Lynch is fabulous, but last week’s Very Special Episode wherein Mercedes get obsessive about losing weight struck a sort of sour chord, although I can’t say why.
Whaddya think? Is there anything else exciting going on this week? If you want to say it, I want to hear it! (maybe)