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.
Things recently took a turn for the crazy in the Jackson household
after thirteen-year-old Jafar, one of Jermaine Jackson’s eight children,
reportedly bought a stun gun off the Internet. Word on the wire was that he used
his cousin Prince Michael, a.k.a. Blanket, as a target.
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.
First came Harriet
the Spy, Louise Fitzhugh’s classic, award-winning story about Harriet M.
Welsch, an 11-year old aspiring writer who doesn’t leave home without a pen and
her notebook. Thirty-two years later, Nickelodeon took a stab at a remake, a movie that starred Michelle Trachtenberg as Harriet. It's one that, I admit, I’ve never seen, but from what I’ve read it sounds
like Nick did stay in line with quite a bit of the original plot.
Well, now the Disney Channel is premiering their new Harriet the Spy remake next month, and it's called Harriet the Spy:
Blog Wars. That's right, folks: in this version, our beloved Harriet has pitched her trusty pen and notepad in favour of a laptop and and a blog.
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'm no theologian, but I'm pretty sure that, contrary to the assertions of Virginia Legislator Bob Marshall, God doesn't hate disabled people. I mean, unless I misread the Beatitudes - the blessings upon the poor and the weak and those who show mercy that Jesus proclaimed in his Sermon on the Mount - which I had kinda understood to mean, at least in part, that mean-spirited asshats who sneer at crippled children just don't get into the Kingdom of Heaven.