If I were 16 I'd love this music . . .

One of my favorite bloggers (and friends), SingleGirl, posts a monthly music mix. Since she's taking a hiatus from blogging, I thought I would post my own for the month of March.

The following are songs that wanna-be hipster 16-year-olds across the country are probably listening to. And you know what? I love all this stuff too. It's like the good part of 80s music mixed with modern sensibilities. Like if The Killers and New Order has a bastard child. Some of this is more than a year old, some of it more recent. But all these songs make me smile.



Here's the track listning:

1)"Dawn of the Dead" by Does It Offend You, Yeah?
2) "Dead Disco" by Metric
3) "Munich" by Editors
4) "Kim & Jesse" by M83
5) "Night on Fire" by VHS or Beta
6) "After Hours" by We Are Scientists
7) "Creeper" by Islands
8) "Goodnight Goodnight" by Hot Hot Heat
9) "Tessellate" By Tokyo Polics Club
10) "Come Saturday" by The Pains of Being Pure at Heart
11) "Daylight" by Matt & Kim
12) "Drugs in my Body" by Thieves Like Us
13) "Destroy Everything you Touch" by Ladytron
14) "Sometime Around Midnight" by The Airborne Toxic Event


So what do you think? And am I too old to be listening to this?

Mocking women-targeted media

I have a new internet crush. Her name is Sarah Haskins and she does an awesome segment on Current TV called "Target Women." The feminist blogging community caught on to her a while back, so I'm a little late in the game. However, I'd though I'd spread the word to the 5 people who read my blog and might not have heard about her yet. She's a former Second City comedian who offers witty, hilarious, feminist commentary on the way women are targeted by the media and advertisers for a variety of products and such as household cleaners, birth control, vampires, skin care, Disney princesses, and, my personal favorite, products that help you go poo.

Here's the segment that started the internet buzz - yogurt.

Best line? "It's that 'I have a master's but then I got married' look!"



I also love her take on feminism as a female comedian, which she described in an interview with a Chicago comedy blog:

Yes, I’m a feminist. It is an extension of my lifelong war against pantyhose.

To me it means that as women we are individuals before we are gendered people and that we’re not defined by our gender except in the ways we chose to appropriate that definition.

We’re in a weird generation, right? Our Moms were forced to grapple with that definition more immediately, and I think it’s changed as we’ve grown up. The core issue "how do I fight bias against me because of my gender" is still there but has gotten more complicated and wrapped into all kinds of identity issues about how you present yourself as a woman and I pretty much think it's your choice and fuck pantyhose. So, hence my answer above.

Jezebel also did an interview with her where she expressed her love for both Gossip Girl and Joan Didion. *Sigh* Why can't she live in DC and by my friend?

Get this woman on the daily show, stat!

Recognizing White Privilege

Anyone who knows me well is aware of the fact I think a lot about issues of race and racism in contemporary American society. Given that I am white, educated, high socio-economic status individual - an incredibly privileged position in our society - I often wonder what I can do to actually make a difference. With all this talk now that we live in a post-racial society with the election of Obama (an idea I find ridiculous; of course race is still important in this country and of course racism still exists!) I think this is especially important for all Americans, especially white Americans, to critically think about racial privilege.

Therefore, from Peggy McIntosh's excellent essay "White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack", I give you:

Daily Effects of White Privilege

1. I can if I wish arrange to be in the company of people of my race most of the time.

2. I can avoid spending time with people whom I was trained to mistrust and who have learned to mistrust my kind or me.

3. If I should need to move, I can be pretty sure of renting or purchasing housing in an area which I can afford and in which I would want to live.

4. I can be pretty sure that my neighbors in such a location will be neutral or pleasant to me.

5. I can go shopping alone most of the time, pretty well assured that I will not be followed or harassed.

6. I can turn on the television or open to the front page of the paper and see people of my race widely represented.

7. When I am told about our national heritage or about "civilization," I am shown that people of my color made it what it is.

8. I can be sure that my children will be given curricular materials that testify to the existence of their race.

9. If I want to, I can be pretty sure of finding a publisher for this piece on white privilege.

10. I can be pretty sure of having my voice heard in a group in which I am the only member of my race.

11. I can be casual about whether or not to listen to another person's voice in a group in which s/he is the only member of his/her race.

12. I can go into a music shop and count on finding the music of my race represented, into a supermarket and find the staple foods which fit with my cultural traditions, into a hairdresser's shop and find someone who can cut my hair.

13. Whether I use checks, credit cards or cash, I can count on my skin color not to work against the appearance of financial reliability.

14. I can arrange to protect my children most of the time from people who might not like them.

15. I do not have to educate my children to be aware of systemic racism for their own daily physical protection.

16. I can be pretty sure that my children's teachers and employers will tolerate them if they fit school and workplace norms; my chief worries about them do not concern others' attitudes toward their race.

17. I can talk with my mouth full and not have people put this down to my color.

18. I can swear, or dress in second hand clothes, or not answer letters, without having people attribute these choices to the bad morals, the poverty or the illiteracy of my race.

19. I can speak in public to a powerful male group without putting my race on trial.

20. I can do well in a challenging situation without being called a credit to my race.

21. I am never asked to speak for all the people of my racial group.

22. I can remain oblivious of the language and customs of persons of color who constitute the world's majority without feeling in my culture any penalty for such oblivion.

23. I can criticize our government and talk about how much I fear its policies and behavior without being seen as a cultural outsider.

24. I can be pretty sure that if I ask to talk to the "person in charge", I will be facing a person of my race.

25. If a traffic cop pulls me over or if the IRS audits my tax return, I can be sure I haven't been singled out because of my race.

26. I can easily buy posters, post-cards, picture books, greeting cards, dolls, toys and children's magazines featuring people of my race.

27. I can go home from most meetings of organizations I belong to feeling somewhat tied in, rather than isolated, out-of-place, outnumbered, unheard, held at a distance or feared.

28. I can be pretty sure that an argument with a colleague of another race is more likely to jeopardize her/his chances for advancement than to jeopardize mine.

29. I can be pretty sure that if I argue for the promotion of a person of another race, or a program centering on race, this is not likely to cost me heavily within my present setting, even if my colleagues disagree with me.

30. If I declare there is a racial issue at hand, or there isn't a racial issue at hand, my race will lend me more credibility for either position than a person of color will have.

31. I can choose to ignore developments in minority writing and minority activist programs, or disparage them, or learn from them, but in any case, I can find ways to be more or less protected from negative consequences of any of these choices.

32. My culture gives me little fear about ignoring the perspectives and powers of people of other races.

33. I am not made acutely aware that my shape, bearing or body odor will be taken as a reflection on my race.

34. I can worry about racism without being seen as self-interested or self-seeking.

35. I can take a job with an affirmative action employer without having my co-workers on the job suspect that I got it because of my race.

36. If my day, week or year is going badly, I need not ask of each negative episode or situation whether it had racial overtones.

37. I can be pretty sure of finding people who would be willing to talk with me and advise me about my next steps, professionally.

38. I can think over many options, social, political, imaginative or professional, without asking whether a person of my race would be accepted or allowed to do what I want to do.

39. I can be late to a meeting without having the lateness reflect on my race.

40. I can choose public accommodation without fearing that people of my race cannot get in or will be mistreated in the places I have chosen.

41. I can be sure that if I need legal or medical help, my race will not work against me.

42. I can arrange my activities so that I will never have to experience feelings of rejection owing to my race.

43. If I have low credibility as a leader I can be sure that my race is not the problem.

44. I can easily find academic courses and institutions which give attention only to people of my race.

45. I can expect figurative language and imagery in all of the arts to testify to experiences of my race.

46. I can chose blemish cover or bandages in "flesh" color and have them more or less match my skin.

47. I can travel alone or with my spouse without expecting embarrassment or hostility in those who deal with us.

48. I have no difficulty finding neighborhoods where people approve of our household.

49. My children are given texts and classes which implicitly support our kind of family unit and do not turn them against my choice of domestic partnership.

50. I will feel welcomed and "normal" in the usual walks of public life, institutional and social.

"Please save my McMansion US Government!"

David and I were amused this morning by an article in the Wall Street Journal about people who think it's unfair that their house loans are too big to qualify for government bailout money.

First we get the sad story of Pete, whom the Journal describes as "the kind of affluent customer that banks once coveted." (Read: white, upper middle class, willing to buy more house that he can afford.)

The 35-year-old technology executive -- who says he has a spotless credit record and at least 20% equity in his home -- has come up empty-handed in his search for a jumbo mortgage of more than $1 million for his recently built five-bedroom home in Alamo, Calif., near San Francisco.

Awhhhh! Poor baby. You can't get government money for your million dollar house. I feel so sorry for you . . .

David's comment: "Anyone who identifies themselves as a 'technology executive' is a douche."

We are also introduced to Brandon:

. . . a vice president of marketing for a food-products company, who was approved by his credit union for a $990,000 loan last year to buy a home in the Sherman Oaks section of Los Angeles. He had hoped to move his growing family out of the single-family house he has rented for the past four years and into a larger one. Those plans fell through when his credit union told him in December that they were getting out of jumbo lending.

You know what? There's no shame in renting in this economy. It's actually a pretty smart move. But unfortunately Brandon and his wife don't see it that way.

. . . he and his wife have high incomes and a solid credit rating, but that the money he had planned on using to make a larger down payment was lost in the stock market. He says his only option now is to wait for home prices to fall another 20% or to save an additional $100,000.

I love the line "lost in the stock market." Like the these people are in no way culpable for their own investment decisions, but it simply was stolen by no fault of their own. And they certainly can't wait it out a little longer in the single family home they've been in for four year. That would be unthinkable in our culture of immediate gratification and entitlement. (Of course, this couple may not have to wait long for housing prices to fall 20% more!)

But my favorite is the image that accompanies the story.


Is this the whitest guy ever? Khakis, blue shirt, standing in front of a totally generic McMansion on a barren landscape. (This picture also demonstrates one of my pet-peeves about McMansions - Home Depot sized windows on a house way too big for them.) This is Neil, who thinks that the government should subsidize his ability to have a long commute into Boulder, CO because houses are more expensive in his area. I hope that slight smirk on his face means he recognizes the ridiculousness of his claim.

David's remarks are spot on: "Everything about that guy, especially his khakis, I hate. And he's wearing them with black shoes and a black belt. Blech."

Not that you should ever judge people in their clothes.

But seriously, let's think about this article a little more critically. Who is the target audience of the Wall Street Journal? Probably a lot of people who are in the same position as the individuals highlighted in the article. Upper middle class to upper class, white, professionals who are starting to feel the effects of the economic crisis. These are also the people who probably bought McMansions beyond their means in the past 5 years when credit was cheap and their stock market-based investments were giving them high returns. Now their having to scale back their spending, rethink their investments, and cannot afford the houses they should never have bought in the first place. I know the Journal is trying to write this objectively, but to me it seems like an attempt to drum up sympathy and get support for increasing the mortgage loan limit for government bail-out money. Look at your affluent, suburban, white brethren, dear readers. This could be you!

Making me laugh over 15 years after the fact

So I was packing up my office today and I came across my old high school yearbooks. (As many of you know, my husband and I are moving to our new house in McLean, VA next week.) I've looked through them a number of times over the years. However, it's been a while since I perused them. So I took a little packing break and cracked them open. I wanted to present some of the highlights from my senior year (1993).

A few things to keep in mind. I was heavily involved in debate and other speech activities in high school. I also had a reputation among my friends as being a little absent-minded. Book-smart and a good arguer, but a bit of an airhead. And back then I still was really into politics. Many of you won't get all the comments, but those who remember will hopefully chuckle a little.

Matt W. starts the first page of my yearbook out with a nice one.

"Even if you don't always get what's going on, I sure have enjoyed having you around . . . Don't become too emeshed in politics . . . although you could get really good at making excuses!"

JP W. follows up with equally amusing observations.

"You have been the butt of many jokes . . . However, I don't ever want you to believe that the people of this squad dislike you. You are a pillar of this squad and have been an inspiration to . . . well . . . err . . . somebody.

Another person, Sam M., thinks I'll become a politician.

"I can't wait until you are some corrupt, slimey politician. That will be so cool! Maybe I'll be your bodyguard . . . "

At least my airheadedness made some people, such as Rebecca B., laugh.

"You always made me laugh, whether intentional or not. That counts for something!"

Rebecca I. recognized my foibles but still likes me anyways. Then Corey L. recognizes he's even more guilty of said foibles than I am.

"You really are spacey, but we love you anyway."

"Most people say you're spacey. Even more people say I'm spacey."

A nice sentiment from the Bagel (Jeff S.) after all the playful teasing from others.

"You are a really neat person, even though people don't give you very much credit sometimes"

Shelly refers to something that I can't remember but I hope is a joke (or at least we made some money off of)

"I am so glad we combined creative forces to form the forensics sex line (ext 666)."

Like Suji J., I do look back and think that. And I also remember what fun we had :)

"I can't forget those numerous 90210 parties when we religiously watched it every Thursday last year. I know we'll look back at that and think 'what the hell was wrong with us ?!?'"

Ann M. remembers those 90210 nights fondly as well.

"We'll cruise around town (I'll drive, of course), then go eat pasta at your house and watch 90210. Did you know Brenda has a big butt?

I had a reputation for skipping class (to work on debate, mind you.) Mr. Becker recognizes this with his dry sense of humor.

"You are the best correspondence student I have ever had in class."

This entry from Aaron C. is amusing considering he was the man of honor at my wedding over 10 years after this was written.

"I'm glad we can at least talk to each other without wanting to throttle the other person."

I don't remember Nick W. being at my house, but I guess he was at least in my fridge!

"You wouldn't believe how much beer we stole from your dad!"

It took a few years for Michelle M.'s prediction to come true, but it was worth the wait.

"Someday we'll find men who are mature enough to handle us."

Erin S.'s observation still holds true after all these years.

"Even though it takes you nine hours to get ready if you have to curl your hair . . . it's been a lot of fun."

Heather C.'s prediction eerily came true more than once.

"You'll drive some poor man wild and he'll offer you the world but you'll say 'I'm sorry, I'm just not sexually attracted to you.'"

Missy B. was so wrong . . . oh so wrong . . .

"We have to watch Sgt. Peppers Loney Hearts Club Band because I know what a BIG fan you are!"

The most hysterical is when Laurell mocks me by using her entire entry to repeat dumb stuff I had said.

"Shut up! Are you making fun of me . . . huh? What are you talking about? Stop it, guys! Was it good for you too ?!? Where's that? Isn't it neat how they placed the roads through the rocks? I smile because I don't know what's going on. Am I your slave? You better be nice to me at Nationals Laurell. I feel so used. Do you like her, or do you like her like her? That guy has a bad butt. Is that guy NAKED?!? What? I am sorry I am late guys. I didn't spill it. Scared of Heitz. Airhead? Am I blond or am I blond? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Trolling, trolling, trolling. And on . . . and on . . . and on . . . Love ya, K. Condensation Baby!"

And the sweetest entry is Jenn S's She was right. The future held as many, if not more, good times for our friendship as well as other high school friendships.

"The past holds a lot of good times for us. Let's hope the future holds just as many."

Ah memories! I'm so glad I'm still in touch with so many of these people. I love you all!

25 random things about me

This is a meme going around facebook. I was tagged by a few people so here is mine.

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged.


25 random things about me:

1. I played the baritone in 5thand 6th grade band. It was almost as big as me. I would get this huge ring around my lips from the mouthpiece that would last for hours. I switched to the saxophone for 7th and 8th grade band.

2. I have a tattoo. It’s the Eye of Horus, an Egyptian symbol for wisdom and protection. It’s located above my left breast. I got it my first semester of college as a sign of rebellion. Wow I was soooo cool. Not! But now I think of it as a permanent reminder of who I was back then.

3. I have a condition called vassal vagal syncope that basically means I pass out when certain things occur with my body. It’s usually when I experience sharp sudden paint, get back stomach cramps, get overheated, have low blood sugar, or some combination of those. I think of it as my body’s reset button

4. I passed out in the White House when I was 12. We were on a tour during the summer. The air conditioning wasn’t on (who decided to keep the air off in the summer in DC?!?), I hadn’t eaten, and I started feeling woozy. We were in the Green Room, and the tour guide moved a divider so I could sit down. I passed on an antique Duncan Fife sofa. A secret service officer then escorted me and my parents outside. I wonder what the tour groups we walked by were thinking I had done!

5. My hair has been various shades of brown, red and blond throughout my life. Dirty blond naturally when I was young, slowly turning brown during my pre-teen years. Then I died it blond before I started high school, but let it go back to brown after my freshman year. In college I kept it various shades of red, including manic panic tangerine, with blonde again right at the end of college. My final foray into blonde with a home highlights kits was a disaster, so I had to dye it dark brown to cover up the mess. That was 1998. I’ve been a brunette ever since then.

6. I had plastic surgery when I was a kid. It’s not as bad as it sounds. I was born with really stick-out ears. Think Will Smith. When I was 10 I had to get my tonsils out and the doctor said he could easily lay my ears back while I was under. My parents said okay so I did it.

7. After said ear laying-back surgery, I developed a condition known as Keloids behind my right ear. Basically a small build-up of scar tissue that was only visible if you were looking directly into the back of my ear. Therefore, I didn’t wear a ponytail in public from the time I was 10 until I got them removed at 20. Now I love wearing ponytails!

8. I buy waaaay to many books. Amazon’s used book buying option has ruined me. I calculated how much I spent on books last year and was shocked. I don’t think I will ever read them all completely.

9. I also buy waaaay to many shoes. I had to count them recently (for the closet built-ins for our new place) and I stopped at 100. David started calling me Imelda.

10. I have dated guys from four countries outside of the US - Ireland, Germany, Belgium, and Sweden.

11. My ears are currently pierced 10 times (7 on the left, 3 on the right), although I only got them pierced for the first time my senior year of high school.

12. I still haven’t found an activity, job, cause, etc. that has inspired me to work my ass off as much as I did in high school debate.

13. Speaking of debate, my senior year of high school I was fifth speaker at the NFL debate national tournament. (No relation to the football league for you non-debate types).

14. When I was growing up, my dad would ask me “how was law school today” when I got home from school. I think this is what caused me to never consider law school after undergrad. Too bad because I think I would have made an excellent lawyer.

15. I am one of the worst procrastinators on the face of the planet.

16. I have always loved science fiction – books, television, movies, you name it. My mom introduced me to the original Star Trek when I was young and I’ve been hooked ever since.

17. I am a whore for anything Joss Whedon has done. Buffy and Angel are my two all-time favorite TV shows. I could watch them over and over and never get tired of them.

18. I would jump at the chance to live forever. Therefore, I will be the first in line to cryogenically freeze my body, upload my consciousness onto the internet, or get bitten by a vampire.

19. I am a skeptic towards all things paranormal, pseudoscientific , religious, and the like. I have never personally seen evidence to convince me any of the above are real. However, I try to keep a cautiously open mind about others’ experiences.

20. Even though I don’t believe in any of the above things, I kind of wish some of them were real. (Hence my interest in science fiction.)

21. My husband is the shortest guy I’ve ever dated. I used to have a thing for tall brunettes. Of course I would marry a 5’7” blonde!

22. When I grow up I want to be a college professor. However, while I love the teaching part, I don’t like the research part as much.

23. Because of the above, it’s taking me way too long to write my dissertation. I need to be finished!

24. If I were to do college and grad school all over again, I would ditch the political science, international relations and economics, and instead focus on philosophy, cultural anthropology, and history. If I could start my Ph.D. over again, I would do it in either Cultural Studies or American Studies.

25. I have explored a number of religions throughout my life. I was raised Catholic, but left that when I was about 14. My freshman year of high school I went to Baptist youth group a few times with a friend. Another acquaintance took me to an evangelical meeting once the same year, but it kind of scared me. During later high school I would have considered myself a liberal Christian (probably would have liked some of the Episcopalians or the Unitarians). By college I had abandoned Christianity and read up on Buddhism and Wiccan. I adopted a kind of vague spiritualism, the whole “no one religion is right; they all have good and bad parts and all have been corrupted by humans” kind of thing. By grad school I was agnostic and a few years ago I embraced my growing skepticism and finally atheism. Philosophically, I now consider myself a secular humanist.

Obama Inauguration Report 2009 - I was there!

My husband, David, and I had the pleasure of witnessing the inauguration of Barak Obama last week. I can't tell you what an incredible day it was. Just as emotional as the Election but in a completely different way. (You can read my reactions to the election here.) With so many people in the city (1.8 million on the mall on Tuesday is what I heard), it could have been crazy. But every single person I walked by was happy, excited, polite, friendly and gracious. I wish DC could be like that all the time!

I was actually able to score two seats in the yellow ticketed area. (Thanks you KS Republican connections. I knew you would come in handy for something eventually.) We live in Foggy Bottom at about 25th and F. Our security checkpoint was around 1st and Constitution. Because of the security perimeter, we had to walk a little out of our way. I think we ended walking about 3 miles each way. So we got up at 6am and headed out at 7am. Certainly a lot easier of a time getting to the ceremony than anyone who had to metro!

Along the way we met lots of out-of-towners. We tried to give them directions when we could, which basically amounted to "follow the crowd." We heard the mall was already filling up, so many people were heading to get seats to the parade. After about an hour of walking we arrived at our security checkpoint. Of course, I assumed that because we had seats we'd get in quickly. I was definitely wrong! We walked up to the yellow security gate to find a line snaking around blocks and blocks. It seemed to never end. Finally found the back and stood in line for about 1 hour and 45 minutes. Again, talked to some great people who had come to DC from all over. The only negative experience I had all day was some people cutting in line at the last minute. It didn't help my judging them that they all had floor length mink coats on and talked in those fakey pseudo-British east coast upper class accents. I guess they figured they didn't need to stand in line as long as the plebes had to. But other than that, I have nothing but positive things to say about how everyone in our line comported themselves.

We finally got to our seats around 10:30am. Having seats was awesome. We were sitting on the lawn of the capitol, and could see the entire stage area where all the action took place. We were far enough away, though, that we really couldn’t distinguish individuals people on the stage. Fortunately, there was a giant jumbotron in front of us. So we could see on the screen who was arriving and then squint at the stage and sort of make them out. I believe there were about 100,000 seats, so it was a big crowd sitting down. We did engage in some celebrity spotting. (They had to walk through our section to get to the famous people seating section.) David and I walked by Beyonce and Jay-Z when we were first coming through security. And later when I was walking around to gain some feeling back in my toes, I passed by Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins. w00t!

They started showing important people coming in on the jumbotron around 10:45. Some people in the crowd booed when they showed Lieberman. I guess in the seats we were in the middle big group of democrat party faithful, but I still thought it was tacky. Colin Powell got a big cheer, as did Gore and the Clintons. All the living former Presidents, Veeps and their spouses were there. Boy did Bush I look old, but the Carter's were as spry as ever. What is there secret? I want to drink some of that Kool-Aide! Then Cheney comes out in his wheelchair. He kinds of looks like the other, old Jeff Lebowski in "The Big Lebowski." (Little Cheney's Urban Achievers. Ha!) David's theory is that he didn't really hurt his back moving boxes. It's all a big ruse so he doesn't have to stand up when they say "President Obama."

I have to admit, when W. came out I felt sorry for him. There were clearly audible boo's and some people starting singing "na na na na hey hey hey goodbye." So unclassy guys! I mean, I fundamentally disagree with the guy on almost everything and think he lead our country into a big pile o' shit, but I still am respectful of him. Then I quickly forget about all this as Obama comes out, and the cheer of the crowd is almost deafening.

The ceremony itself was amazing. While just being there is something I will remember forever, there are some moments that stand out. My muscles involuntarily started clenching up when Rick Warren began delivering the invocation. However, my rational brain told my emotional brain to stay calm. This was all part of the new Obama era. Must be nice to everyone, especially ones that a large chunk of the American population revere. And to be honest, he is not as bad as some of the fundies. I think there are whole swaths of policy eras like poverty, global human rights, development assistance, etc. that liberals and Rick Warren-type evangelicals can agree on. And his speech wasn't as bad as I was expected. However, I did think it was a little tacky to say the "Our Father" at the end. First off, you're totally alienating anyone who isn't Christian. And second, different denominations of Christians say the Our Father differently, so you're favoring one version. Oh well. As I said, it could have been much worse.

The anticipation kept building as Aretha sang, Biden took his oath of office, and the quartet of famous musicians played a John Williams song (which we found out a couple days later was pre-recorded. Makes perfect sense given how cold it was.) Finally Obama's oath of office! And then the speech. I have to admit, I had to wipe my eyes on multiple times. Man that guy can give a speech. I wonder if the speechwriter kid who's picture was on facebook right after the election behaving inappropriately with a cardboard cutout of Hillary wrote this one? He gets a free pass for future shenanigans if he did. So many memorable lines. My favorite parts so far are "your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy" and "we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist." I also wanted to cheer when we talked about restoring science to its rightful place. And, of course, as an secular humanist, skeptic, and atheist, I was pleasantly surprised by his recognition of us with the line "We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers." (A far cry from previous presidents'. The best we could do was being ignored. The worst was open hostility (like when Bush Sr. said "I don't know that atheists should be regarded as citizens, nor should they be regarded as patriotic. This is one nation under God." Bigot.)

After the incredible speech, David and I decided to start heading towards the exit. As we were walking out we caught the poem, another prayer, and then the national anthem. I'm sure Elizabeth Alexander is a great poet on paper, but she is definitely not a good reader of her own poems. The woman should have taken a speech class in high school! Since we were on our way out, I didn't pay much attention to Lowery's benediction. However, a did giggle at the end when he said "when black will not be asked to get in back, when brown can stick around, when yellow will be mellow, when the red man can get ahead, man; and when white will embrace what is right." For some reason, it sounded like it could be a Paul Simon song to me.

The hour walk back home was cold, but I could barely feel through my elation of witnessing what I just saw. We met up with friends for a late lunch in Foggy Bottom. David's sister, Laura, and our friend Barbara, had stayed with us the night before so they wouldn't have to get into the city from the suburbs. They joined us along with my friend Anna and her husband PT, along with my friend Tom and a couple of his friends visiting for the inauguration. Tom is Irish and his friends British, so it was nice to get a non-American perspective on the day. One of them said "welcome back to the civilized world." How true, I thought. How true.

David and I skipped the balls that night and just hung out with my friends Dawn and Megan. I was way too exhausted to party and didn't think I'd be in the mood to walk an hour in an ball gown. So a quiet end to a spectacular day. One that I will remember forever and can tell my kids and grandkids about. I have always loved this country but Tuesday I felt as proud to be an American as I ever had. But now it's time to stop celebrating and get to work!