According to Trish

not worth reading since 2009

Category: Politics

  • Don’t give people magical powers

    Just a quick bloggity today … There’s this pretty famous blogger I read on a semi-regular basis. Best I can tell, he’s gained and lost a bunch of impressive jobs …. he’s gained a lost a couple of fortunes … people pay him gobs of money for his consultation on various things. This guy is magnetic.…

  • My insurance company called my son fat

    I can’t stand hearing people discuss healthcare reform in a theoretical way. I don’t think you can truly make a case one way or the other unless you have some skin in the game. If you have health insurance through your employer, it’s like you’re living in your parents’ basement — you might know something…

  • A lame white chick weighs in on Obama and MLK Day

    A lame white chick weighs in on Obama and MLK Day

      Four Novembers ago, I voted by absentee ballot. I was due to pop out a baby very close to election day and I didn’t want to take any chances. “I will tell them to turn on the TV in the delivery room if I have to!” I told everyone. “I’m going to watch those…

  • It’s not too early to start talking about gun control, it’s too late

    I saw several variations of that headline yesterday in other places. I agree wholeheartedly (and I apologize for any plagiarism I’m committing here — can’t recall where I saw it). The idea is that whenever massacres like the one at Sandy Hook Elementary happen, people go, “It’s too soon to talk about gun control! Give…

  • Today’s ‘Tude: Resilience, Republicans and O’Reilly

    Today I am grateful for resilience, Republicans and O’Reilly. (And alliteration! So yummy!) I read an article years ago that stated that the best thing you can do for your kids is teach them how to be resilient. Learning another language, playing an instrument, becoming a superjock … none of these things determine success. Dealing…

  • Election-day gratitude: Perspective (or) Nothing compares to W

    It’s election day, bitches! Woo hoo! Let’s paint our boobies red, white and blue and drink beer in the parking lots of our local elementary schools! Party on, Wayne! Party on, Garth! Or something like that … I usually spend this night in a terrible, intestine-twisting, hand-wringing fervor, pacing from living room to kitchen, kitchen…