I love Losers

No, this isn’t a description of all my high school boyfriends… okay, maybe a few.

How come nobody told me about the greatness that is The Biggest Loser?! Since I have exhausted my Tivo and my entire movie collection (and all of the new releases at my neighborhood Blockbuster), I am now branching out and trying out LIVE television. I know. Crazy concept. I haven’t seen LIVE television in at least two years.
This show is fantastic. Not only is it great drama, but the characters are so likeable, and they give nutrition and fitness tips before every commercial! This is helpful to me, the girl who thought she was dieting by eating massive amounts of pasta in high school. It’s a good thing God blessed me with a good metabolism.
But anyway, that sweet show made me cry. Then again, it might be the meds.
And I must warn you, the deluge of blogs may continue for yet another day. Even though I feel significantly better, I still have a fever that just won’t say no. Until that breaks, I’m still contagious, which means no work, no hanging out with friends, and LOT’S of free time. So here come the posts.

Book Bans

I was raised with a love of good books. My mother read the classics to me at a young age. Until I was 21, I knew in my bones that I would someday be an English teacher. I believe there is so much we can learn about ourselves from the characters that talk to us through the page. My extremely conservative Christian mother helped walk me through tawdry romance in du Maurier’s Rebecca, racist rantings in To Kill a Mockingbird, a rape scene in The Scarlet Letter, and descriptioins of genocide in Weisel’s Night.  
The classics, when age appropriate, can teach so much to a child.

Which is why I find it ironic when parents get all in a tizzy about banning books from libraries and summer reading lists, and then send them off to the movies to watch goodness-knows-what, larger than life on the big screen. Great literature and the latest rated R phenomenon don’t typically have much in common.

Which is why I’m against banning books. I simply think it’s a bad idea. Most of the time it’s called for out of ignorance. People have tried banning Mark Twain for years because he had the NERVE to write with the dreaded “N” word, yet his books celebrated people of color and showed the absurdity of treating someone badly based on the color of his skin. Instead of banning great literature, I think parents should read it with their children and have a healthy dialogue about the book. Use this as a teaching opportunity to show your kids why you believe a certain way, or discuss why the author included the questionable material. Maybe it contributed to the reader’s understanding of the story. Maybe it was gratuitous. Talk about it. Help your kids learn.
But hiding your head in the sand does nothing to educate your children. As long as a book is age appropriate and is considered to be classic literature (not the latest vampire book… although those are fun too), I think books should remain in the library. 
The only exception would be Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury, because that book has always driven me crazy. I’ve read it three times and I still have no idea what it means. It’s just too dang hard. Go ahead and ban it.
But the others should stay.

This is what happens when you sell your soul…

A-Fraud finally speaks out… see it here.

Blah blah blah.

“I was young.”
“I felt so much pressure.”
Blah blah blah.
“I was naive.”
“I’m not sure what substance I was guilty of using.”
Blah blah blah.
“Everything was so loosey-goosey back in those days.”
“Everybody was doing it.”
“The popular kids told me to.”
Okay, so the last one was my contribution to this ridiculous nonsense.
Did you notice the red friendship bracelet given to him by Madonna? I’m so surprised that such a deeply religious man of high moral character — a family man — would ever betray his fans by taking ILLEGAL steroids. I mean, look at how well he treated his beloved wife.
A-Fraud, this is so unexpected of you… I thought you were such a good guy. I’m afraid this is what happens when you sell your soul to the devil, for $252 million.
Oops. I just threw up a little in my mouth. 

To Twilight, or Not To Twilight?

Several folks have asked me what I thought of the Twilight series. I’ll admit that I was hooked about 20 pages into the first book and couldn’t put them down until the last one ended. It was rather unexpected, since I absolutely hate fantasy fiction. I only bought it because it was on sale at Wal-Mart and I made a total impulse buy. But 2,500 pages and four books later, here’s my thoughts:

—-SPOILER ALERT… I’M GOING TO GIVE AWAY PART OF BOOK 4, SO SKIP IT IF YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW. AND IF YOU DISREGARD THIS MESSAGE AND READ THE SPOILER, DON’T HATE ME FOR IT AND LET IT RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP, BECAUSE REALLY… I TOLD YOU SO. YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED.—-

1. I love these books. They were wholesome. No cussing, no gratuitous sex, strong family values. The story dealt with vampires and werewolves, but it was not a celebration of evil or the underworld. The author is Mormon, and I could see a strong conservative, family-values influence in her writing. This is not a Christian series, but there are also no anti-Christian messages. If these books were movies, they would be rated PG (until number 4, which I’ll get to in a minute).

2 . This is a safe, wholesome read for anybody old enough to talk about sex. In fact, it’s never even mentioned until book 3 (if I’m keeping that straight), and even then, the third book reads like one of my parents’ high school abstinence lectures. If anything, the overarching message of the series is “If you have sex, you will immediately become pregnant (no exceptions!), and your baby will violently rip its way out of your uterus and take you to the brink of death.” Yep, definitely got MY attention.

Fear kept me from doing a lot of dangerous things as a kid. So why not have a book that reinforces this? Of course, my fear always stemmed from a knowledge that my dad could make my life a living hell if I ever came home drunk or pregnant. I was the girl in high school who truly believed that one TASTE of beer could leave me drunk, because that’s what daddy always told me. That, and he always assured me that if I did anything wrong, he WOULD find out, and my little high school brain couldn’t even fathom the horrific punishments he would concoct for me after that. Lucky for him and for me, that was all the motivation I needed. Thanks dad, I owe you one.

But I digress…

3. It troubles me that this book is being marketed to very young girls. I know a few fourth and fifth graders who have read this series, and I think the subject matter, while handled very discreetly, is too mature for that young age. While the author never goes into details of the “mechanics,” the subject is inescapable. Once the main characters get married, it’s really all they think about. It’s not a big deal, unless you happen to be reading it and you’re 9. I wish she would have found a way to stay consistent with the first three books and just leave it out completely.

4. The fourth book is just plain boring. It’s 750 pages of total “jump the shark” nothingness. However, after having invested in 1,800 pages of the three previous books, I figured I would plug away in hopes that the ending would be worth it.

It wasn’t, really.

That said, I thoroughly enjoyed the first three books. While written on a junior high reading level, I found the story to be something that people of any age could appreciate.  The love story is a bit one-dimensional—as an eighth grade girl I would have seen the brooding and mysterious Edward as my dream guy. But now as an adult, Edward struck me as rather boring. I’ve heard people criticize Bellah and Edward’s obsessive love relationship as an unhealthy example to girls, but I argue that younger girls who have never experienced love and all its complications won’t be hurt by fantasizing about finding their knight in shining armor who will literally worship the ground she walks on, always think she’s right, never argue with her, and never challenge her. After all, that’s the ending to just about every chick flick movie I’ve ever watched. Good fiction doesn’t have to be reality. That’s what makes it fun.

Besides, I like anything that motivates people to read. Books have always been one of my first loves, and if people can get excited about a wholesome, well-written story, then I’m a fan. If you’re looking for a book that will teach you life lessons and show a true representation of love in the “real” world, then this isn’t for you. But if you want to escape for a few hours into the lives of some interesting folks who are nothing like you, and everything like you, then run to your bookstore and buy it now! Or call me, and I’ll lend you my copy.

Productive Weekend

Who says you can’t get a lot done when you’re home sick, unable to get off the couch?

Since Thursday I have…
Watched:
Tyler Perry’s The Family That Preys
The Secret Life of Bees (this was FANTASTIC!)
Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist (it was horrible, I turned it off after 15 minutes)
Three episodes of The Office
Three episodes of Ugly Betty
Four episodes of Grey’s Anatomy
Five episodes of Kath & Kim
One episode of Law & Order: SVU
The Grammy’s
Meet the Press
100 hours of misc. TV, including a sewing show and a construction show on PBS (at one point I was too sick to change the channel)
And…
I finished the last Twilight book
Did my taxes
Read several magazines and Setting the Agenda (for school… boring!)
And… I spent about 500 hours on Facebook.
After this week, I will appreciate my hectic, non-stop crazy weeks just a little more.

Maybe I’ll live

Well, my sweet blogging friends, it looks like I just may beat this flu after all. I’m on day five, and while my fever is still hovering around 100, today is the first day that I have been able to get off my couch and act like a human being for short spurts of time. I can only last about 10 minutes at a time off my couch, but it’s such a relief to be able to DO something, even if it’s just loading my dishwasher with the stacks of dirty dishes that have accumulated for the past week.

I’m on the mend. A few more days and I’ll be back to normal. Thanks for all your concern and prayers.

All the single ladies

Word on the street says that Chipotle is one of the best places to meet a hunky, single guy. 

I can just see it now… I sit alone at a table in the noisy restaurant. Just as I take a monstrous bite of my oversized burrito, a handsome man catches my eye. I coyly flash a smile at him, and chicken juice runs down my chin and bits of rice and guacamole fall in my lap. 
So romantic.

I’m kind of a big deal

Before you ask me, “Bethe, why are you posting a blog at 2 a.m. in the middle of the week?” I will give you an answer… because the chills, the fever, and the aches from my flu are making it impossible to sleep! And I’m sick of reading, sick of watching TV, and I’m not able to actually SIT UP, so the only thing left to do is kill time on my laptop. Being sick is so annoying.

But back to the post… I was mentioned in a travel blog! Check it out… click here if you ever wanted to know about the exciting world of travel insurance. Does this make me famous? he he.