I need your help.

There’s a lot of wedding stuff out there.  A lot of horrible wedding stuff.

Awful

Exhibit A. Like. What the eff is that supposed to be?

So, ladies and gents, direct me to your finest wedding hacks, before I run down to the courthouse in my jeggings and crop top to make this thing official (still not out of the realm of possibility).

My take on Miz Deen. (And then, can we please be done talking about her?)

I’m sort of getting sick of seeing the aggressive Facebook statuses and Tweets, fiercely defending America’s (formerly, whoops!) chef in light of the latest firestorm she’s under.

In my eyes, Paula’s got a few strikes against her.  She doesn’t really cook for  folks like me, who run and like to watch what they eat and watch their calories.  And I always sort of felt the whole hiding her diagnosis thing while she continued to cook the same way was sort of shady.  But I wasn’t eating her cooking really, so if she wants to be sneaky, I mean that’s her prerogative.  But this latest thing raised my eyebrows for sure.

In case you’ve been living under any sort of rock, here’s kind of the run-down.

Paula
Click to kind of inspect.

Okay, so Paula admits to having used the n-word, among some other racially questionable decisions. And what I’m hearing a lot of? This. 

Ben Gann

Okay. Uh. Alright. So quick story, and we’ll get back to my verdict on Paula Deen.

So when I was like 16, I was taking my brother trick-or-treating. He was dressed as the red power ranger, and we were having a blast.  A few kids from my high school rolled up on us in a pickup, threw something, (I think it was eggs or pumpkin or something), and shouted, “Hey nigger, nigger, nigger!” while my  brother looked on.  There was really nothing that made me special or different from any of those kids except for the fact that I was black.  And they chose to use that against me, and ruin not only mine, but my young brother’s Halloween memories for the rest of his life.  That word, as well as many other slurs completely sucks, and choosing to say “who hasn’t said it,” or “why can’t I say it if they can,” are not acceptable responses to this sort of thing.  And P.S., there are a lot of us who don’t use words like that, famous or not.  Okay!

My verdict?  I feel for Paula Deen.  I feel so badly that this whole thing is coming when when racially, our country is on pins and needles.  There’s a lot going on.  There’s the whole Affirmative Action decision the Supreme Court came down with.  There’s the whole George Zimmerman trial.   There’s Trayvon’s Martin’s lawyer’s star witness.  And there’s just a lot of tension.  So I feel for her.  I’m sorry she lost her job(s).  I’m sorry that one by one, everyone seems to be dropping her, from Wal-Mart to her publisher.  And I’m sorry that she feels so sad and hurt by the fact that people now perceive her as racist (probably not as sad as the people she was referring to as the n-word, but she’s a granny, she gets a little sympathy).  But she made a bad decision when she continued to choose to use words that she’s really not supposed to say.  I wish the best for her and her businesses, I truly do.  And I hope that perhaps, her children and grandchildren haven’t learned those bad words from her, and will not continue to use them.  However, I hope her missteps are a lesson to folks.  Hateful language is just that, hateful, and calling folks any sort of disparaging names, can sometimes come back to bite you in the butt.  Paula, I accept your tearful a-Paula-gees (hee hee), but just do better next time, Granny, and I’m sure Wal-Mart will take you back.

 

NRR (Not running related), but there are good people in this world.

Number 1, Lancer Armstrong is starting to smell a little funky from me running, and then getting directly into my car.  I desperately need one of those like poop guards you put on your seats to sop up all the run sweat that’s started to accumulate on my seats since I’ve been home.  Usually, in Raleigh, I just run, and run straight into the shower.  Here, since my parents live a little further out, I usually have to drive, and that’s creating a stinky sitch in my car.  Your recommendations are welcome, it’s starting to get gross.

So I was heading home from the Titanic Y today, and it’d rained a a ton.  As I was heading down the two-lane home, I realized that I was driving directly over a poor little turtle, who looked scared for his life.  So I’m a huge dork, and I whipped my car around, all the while screaming and crying that nothing better happen to my new friend, the turtle.

As I approached the turtle from the other direction, and flicked on the hazards, a women pulled up to my left and stopped.

A couple pulled behind me, and blocked any traffic from coming up behind us.

And together, the four of us made sure the turtle got off the road safely.

Warmed my dorky heart.  There are still good people in this world.