Binders Full of Women, Personal Space

Have you seen this new blog, Binders Full of Women? Hilarious and so quick (re both timing and wit). My favorites include:

Can we talk a bit about personal space? In my opinion, it is sacred, and in certain places, you just don't breach it. If you do, you're weird or need some socialization. In other instances, some space would surely be nice, and why the eff don't you want it too? Example 1. Oliver and I took Percy for a walk today and went to the ATM to deposit a check.  As I began to enter my PIN, I smelled a strong perfume and heard some breathing immediately behind me. Some freaky woman in black - I think there was some sort of feathered accessory- was standing RIGHT.THERE. Really? Who doesn't understand ATM etiquette? Lest you think you was from Mars, no. She spoke to my dog, calling him Little Beast in a weird, sing-songy American English.

Example 2: Before the previously discussed personal training episode, I was in the locker room putting up my bags and getting water. No one else is around. A woman walks in and which locker does she choose? Out of the hundreds available? The one directly under mine. Really? That's just effing weird, readers. Really strange.

Debate 2

Truly, is Romney seriously able to look himself in the mirror each day? How does Ann stomach the site of him? Did she know she was marrying a vacillating windsock who lies with abandon, who smirks with glee, who is so enamored with himself that he nearly twitches when someone applies rules to him? How is god's name is he going to pay for ANY of his grandiose ideas? I am so offended by his wild fibbing, by his refusal to respect American voters by providing them with any detail, by refusing to acknowledge any facts. I've never considered voting for Romney at all, but truly, I cannot understand why anyone voting for anything other than tax havens would. I really don't. Don't Americans care about their less fortunate fellow citizens? Doesn't anyone have any empathy or civic commitment anymore? If you do, you'd never vote for this blowfish clown. This kind of meanness is rooted in something evil. Whether or not it's conscious evil or a more subconscious relative, it's horrible. It's disconcerting. It's worrisome. It's demoralizing. The threads of this country's fabric are unraveling at a pace only equaled by that of melting polar ice caps. When did we become a country so dedicated to immediate gratification and selfishness that we'd short the future and our cohesion? Politics has become about much more than any one leader. It's become the saddest commentary on the dissolution of the foundation on which America was laid. Though I've been disappointed in Obama in a number of ways, I believe in my heart of hearts that he truly has the welfare of the country as his primary. I cannot in any way say the same for Romney, Ryan or really anyone in the GOP.

Barley, chicken and broccoli Asian-style, Bill and the debate tonight

I think Ann Coulter might consider suing Bethenny Frankel, because Ann herself is the original Skinny Bitch. Whoa. She's like a blond, horsey, mean, skewed mini-Rush or Sean. She is crazy. We're watching Real Time from Friday night, and she's the opening act. She thinks there isn't much in the way of racism anymore, that child pornography and abuse is a bigger problem. The latter is definitely horrible, but there is surely racism alive and present - MOST unfortunately- today. Also, she's a dodge artist of the most serious type. Answer a question? No. Be honest? Never. She's got her talking points down, that's for damn sure. But she is pathetically and scarily and despicably dishonest. Darrel Issa makes me furious. What a condescending, coiffed bulldog.

In the meantime, our dinner was definitely good. I made roasted broccoli with a glaze of ginger, soy, sesame oil, rice vinegar and garlic, and a barley salad with chicken, cucumbers, scallions, and peanut sauce. Fab!