And then there was Whoopi, not sticking to facts, off blabbering away in some jibberish that had us recalling her moments in Jumping Jack Flash (one of the only two decent films she ever made) hissing, "Enuciate!" She couldn't be bothered following her own advice when she was too busy 'improvising' on the 'hot topic' by declaring "when they start taking their clothes off" -- no one stated or implied that either woman had taken their clothes off.
It was all too much for Whoopi who issued this edict, "Kiss and get on the plane and don't say nothing."
Oh, we're sorry, did the couple abuse their free ride? That was wrong of Camila and Leisha because -- Wait. They didn't have a free ride.
They paid for those tickets.
They paid a nice sum for those tickets.
"Kiss and get on the plane and don't say nothing"?
When customers are treated in an abusive and offensive manner, they have a right to complain. Airline passengers have a right to expect not only to be treated fairly but to be treated courtesouly. That this is an alien notion to Whoopi Goldberg goes to just how much nutty the woman currently packs on. Leisha Hailey and Camila Grey are calling for a boycott of Southwest Airlines. If the above doesn't make you want to reconsider flying Southwest, consider the reason we always avoid it: It's the K-Mart of the big blue skies.
Whoopi becomes a bigger disappointment with each passing day.
Fruit Loops. I don't know when -- what year -- I started eating Fruit Loops. I think I was in high school.
I can tell you I was stoned out of my mind. (This was during Vietnam. A lot of us were stoned out of our minds.) I had the worst case of the munchies. I was at a friend's house (hello, Natalie, if you're reading this) and we'd smoked several joints and I had the munchies something fierce. So we had eaten a bag of chips (I mean the big bag, not the 'here's one for your lunch' bag) and there really wasn't anything else in the house except Natalie's sister's cereal. Fruit Loops.
So we ate that.
It was just what the doctor ordered.
To this day, I love Fruit Loops.
When C.I. and I were in college speaking out against the war, we'd drive around from college to college all across the country and every time we would stop at a grocery store, I would buy a box of Fruit Loops. I'd eat them in the front seat of the car, dry, if I wasn't driving.
Throughout my life, Fruit Loops has been a kitchen staple. Even now, when I usually skip breakfast (I always did before Mike moved in, now he'll say something so I'll grab a fruit -- an apple, an orange, something -- so he'll drop it), I make sure I have Fruit Loops on hand. I'll eat them like pop corn while watching a movie.
They've just been there so many times in my life and they have special meaning for me. (Including on topics I share in newsletters but not online here. I do draw a strong line between my private life and my online life.)
"Iraq snapshot" (The Common Ills):