Twitter Told Me

From the incomparable Melissa McEwan:

A friend of mine told me that White House Press Secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders had “a fucking meltdown” during the press briefing today, being even more belligerent, evasive, and dishonest than usual.

Which is really saying something. Twitter reinforces my friend’s account of the spectacle. I didn’t see it. I never see the press briefings anymore.

It’s totally like the joke where a fellow claimed Luciano Pavarotti had no talent because his friend Rabinovich sang a few lines from an aria for him, and it sounded atrocious.

I didn’t watch the briefing either, so I have no opinion on it.

GA Demographics

One thing I hate about Grey’s Anatomy is the bizarre absence of Jewish doctors. Nine seasons in, a minor character called Nessbaum got a couple of lines. And that’s it. No Jews. Which is as realistic as the almost complete absence of Asian doctors. Save for a single character of Korean ancestry, there’s nobody. No Indians, no Chinese. The latter is especially bizarre, given that the show is set in Seattle. There is even a doctor I suspect of being of Russian origin but he’s not Jewish either.

The unexpected demographics among doctors are mirrored by patients. Every other character is African American but almost none are Asian. Which is unlike any Seattle I’ve ever seen. And people at the hospital are so unfamiliar with Asian faces that they confuse a clearly Korean person for a Chinese. How anybody can make that mistake is beyond me, and besides, this is supposed to be the multicultural Seattle, not rural Quebec.

To compensate for this weirdness, the makers of the show gave the single Korean character a Jewish stepfather. It’s like they are covering both slots with one person just to get it out of the way. Even here in STL, you can’t go into a hospital without bumping into a Jew around every corner.

Bumbum

I’m actually glad I’m teaching Klara some Russian words. Now I can avoid embarrassing her and myself with the local variant “bumbum” and instead say, “We are big girls now, so we don’t show our popa to strangers. We change our swimsuits indoors. It’s only OK to show your popa to mommy, daddy, and the doctor.” Which, of course, led to an uncomfortable discussion of “Mommy, do you show your popa to grandpa? Because he’s your daddy?”

Still, it’s better than having the same discussion while using the ridiculous bumbum. I’m so not good with the baby talk. N had to spell bumbum for me before I understood it.

Still Angry

Also, how old do they think I am to donate over the phone? I’m a GenExer. If you can’t do it through PayPal, it’s of no interest to me. I don’t need to be called. I don’t need to be emailed. I need to be sent text messages with PayPal links.

I’m trying to get some sleep here! Dumbasses.

Heartland

For once I forgot to turn off the phone, and at 8 am stupid DNC called me in a cheerful voice from the East Coast to ask how many new seats did I think Democrats needed to pick up. The complete lack of understanding that the Midwest has a time difference and that people shouldn’t be woken up at an ungodly hour made me hate them with (an even greater) passion.

I feel like part of a despised heartland we hear so much about.