I admit it. I am one of those gazillion baby boomers who has recently discovered the fun of Facebook. I find it a blast, and a great way to waste time (which somehow seems to be my favorite thing to do....) I have reconnected with people I haven't seen or talked to in years, and for the most part, it has been wonderful. Except this one time. And I blame it all on the Former Miss California.
It all started over one of those silly Facebook apps. This one asked you to name 5 people you'd like to "punch in the face". Smart-assed liberal that I am, I picked Ann Coulter, Rush Limbaugh, and Bill O'Reilly. Just because I don't like her and think she's SO over-rated, I added Madonna. And my last pick was someone who'd been pissing me off -- Carrie Prejean, Miss California and almost-Miss America.
Now, I could give a rat's patootie about Miss CA's now-famous opinion about gay marriage. I disagree with her, but hey, I realize it's a hot-button issue, and I don't expect everyone in the world to share my opinions. (only the smart people. he he) And I don't care that she posed half naked even though it's against the rules. What's pissed me off about her is that she couldn't shut the F up about how the only reason she wasn't Miss America was because of her opinion about gay marriage. (hello, you lost. get over it. your answer was inarticulate) Every time I turned on the freaking TV for weeks, there she was, all smug and conservative. (all the ultra conservative people I know like to pose half naked. How 'bout you?)
Well, anyway. I posted my silly little "5 people" list, then went to bed. Next day, I spent the whole day defending myself against the railings of some clearly homophobic right wing chick who I was friends with in the 3rd grade. We haven't seen each other since about 1970, but she felt a need to attack the fact that I don't care for this beauty-queen chick. She accused me of everything from being a close-minded liberal to having anger management issues because I made a list of people I'd like to punch. I defriended her ass. But it really kind of bothered me. I mean, it was just a silly little time-wasting Facebook application! Why was this wingnut: a) so offended by it, and b) so determined to spend her entire day harassing me about it?
So every time that Prejean bitch comes on TV, it reminds me of that unpleasant experience. And makes me want to punch her in the face for real. And I don't like having such violent thoughts. So when I heard she was finally geting the boot, I was relieved. And crazy girl from 3rd grade, if you're out there, take THAT.
