I was listening to Oprah yesterday while waiting for the offspring to finish cooking my supper,
and people were talking about what made them ASSume others were from a lower class.
The lady that made me laugh was the one who said that when she sees overweight people
she ASSumes they are lower class because they can't afford to take care of themselves and eat better.
Well, Oprah was overweight and I hardly think *she's* po'. As is/was Kirstie Alley, Roseanne,
Rosie O'Donnell and James Gandolfini, to name just a few.
Pretty much blows holes in her theory.
What makes me think someone is po'--and Roseanne would blow holes in my theory, also--is when they
have no command (or a poor command) of the English language. If they respond with "huh?" if they don't hear you
instead of something like "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that" or with "yeah" instead of "yes" and if they use a lot of slang.
And while I'm on the subject of Oprah, some folks were not happy with her spending $40 mill to build a girl's school in Africa.
When Diane Sawyer asked her about American children, she said there was a lust for learning in Africa that is not present in America because
"the opportunity is always there". Yes, the opportunity IS there....for SOME PEOPLE. Not ALL people.
And when the children of America are our future leaders, shouldn't they be a priority? What's wrong with building
the self esteem of American children of low income who will not have the opportunity to go to college?
I had to babysit my gf's young son last night. Cody is about 16 months old now and ever since he was able to feed himself,
when he's finished eating, he puts his bowl on his head. So my gf brings SPAGHETTI for him to eat for supper. He was eating in his chair
and I zipped out of the room for LESS THAN ONE MINUTE. When I came back, there
he was, spaghetti bowl on his head. The funny thing is he just sits there, smiling like he's really accomplished something.
UGH. The phone rang around 4:30 at work yesterday and I figured it was Mr. G cuz he usually
calls me around that time if he needs me to make any stops on the way home. It was
Overtime Hawg. She said, "My husband and I would like to know if you and your husband
would like to come see our tree some night next week before we take it down."
I couldn't think fast enough because it took me totally by surprise and I said, "Oooh, I'm sorry. He's working in the evenings."
I should have said I wasn't going to be home next week, but the call came so out of the blue. When I told him later,
Mr. G said, "She must be planning to hit you with some BIG schedule changes if she's being *that* nice to you."