One of the weirdest articles ever. To sum up: lesbian teenager in 1967 Virginia kills two co-workers who made fun of her while she scooped ice cream, colludes with FBI to bury murder weapon, admits guilt practically on her deathbed. Yet mysteries abound. Like, was she really a lesbian? Is the article implying that 1967 was way different from 2009 and teenagers in middle America don’t get tormented by being called gay over and over, even in cases when they’re not, even to the point of blowing two bitches away?
Not to condone murder, but that’s one bad ass teenage girl. OK, whatever. I condone murder. But only good murder.
Also, to reinforce my status as a young fogey, there was something in the NY Times today that you will only see in the print version: a full-page open latter from Sealy Mattress to Pres. Obama basically begging him to let them deliver a free Posturepedic to the White House.
“Just let us know and we’ll bring it straight over to Pennsylvania Avenue.
We won’t ask to take a picture with you or see the Lincoln Bedroom. All we ask is that you let someone at the front gate know we’re coming.”
How charming. And desperate. Um, it’s not a Motel 6 over there. (And you thought full-page ads only came from AIPAC or Yoko Ono anymore. “War Is Over. If You Want It. Which You Don’t. I’m Re-Releasing Grapefruit to Recoup My Losses from That Turkish Chauffeur Thingy. Breathe.”)
Suck the Rainbow 