A new, extra-small condom is set to hit the shelves in
Switzerland. Condoms that would be the right size for, say, a twelve-year-old boy.
The nation’s Federal Commission for Children and Youth
discovered kids aged 12-14 were having more sex this decade than last, but
weren’t using the proper protection. In response, a condom that would be a
better fit for pre-teen boys was created.
Like many other girls who grew up in the 80s, I was a huge
Madonna fan. For a long time, whenever my best friend came over, our favourite game to play was Desperately
Seeking Susan. We used to raid my mother’s pile of old costume jewelry,
clothes and makeup in an attempt to look the way Madonna and Rosanna Arquette did on the
cover of my Dress You Up LP. We'd parade around the house, pretending we were in
New York City, seeking desperately for Susan.
Kids emulate celebrities all the time, but
sometimes it goes to far. Sometimes, it makes you wonder how much celebrity role-play is too much.
I’m a child of the 80s, which means I spent the better half
of the decade drinking my fair share of Tab, aspiring to grow up and be as cool
as Jem (please tell me that some of you remember Jem
and the Holograms and loved it as much as I do did) and, of course, tuning in to as many ABC After School Specials as I
could. The acting was mediocre, but the topics were always a bit controversial - dyslexia (Backwards: The Riddle of Dyslexia),
divorce (My Dad Lives in a Downtown Hotel),
sexuality (Am I Gay?), teen
pregnancy (Two Teens and a Baby) - and I was hooked.
You know what I just don't know what to say about? Killer orcas at SeaWorld. It's just too sad. It's sad for the poor young woman who lost her life doing something about which she was so clearly passionate (I cannot even look at the pictures of her hugging orcas. I burst into tears). It's so sad for the orca, who totally did not ask to be there and who was just being an orca and, again, did not ask to be there. (They're not going to euthanize him, are they? Please tell me that they're not.)
I've been sick. Like, Island-infection-dip-me-in-the-Temple-hot-tub sick. So sick that I've barely been able to raise my head to slurp my Benylin DM, but not so sick that I couldn't watch Lost. And I'll say this: Lost makes a little more sense when you're hopped up on meds. Not enough to be comprehensible, but still. Every little bit helps.
Anyway. Seeing as we watch Lost every week, and further seeing as we are always totally confused by it, we though that we might bring our confusion here, to chat about, just as we might do if we had actual real relationships with you people and, you know, hung out. So, like, not a recap - if I could follow things closely enough to produce a recap, I wouldn't be this confused - I think - but more of a discursive WTF, a sharing of the things that are confounding us, an airing of our grievances concerning too much Kate/not enough Sawyer/will Jack stop grimacing already, etc.
(Spoilers ahoy, if you haven't watched the first two weeks' episodes)
Wow, I could have had a baby since the last time I watched some fresh LOST.
But I'm (kind of) glad I didn't because a new baby would probably screw up my watching of tonight's season première of what has to be the best television viewing in the history of television viewing (in my humble opinion.)
I know, I know, you either hate or love LOST and it's probably obvious from the way that I'm speaking here that The Bad Moms Club lurves them some castaways. But some more than others.