Mad Mom, or Rule 5 Sunday in 1965
As a major Mad Men fan, I sometimes forget that my parents lived through that time as adults. Even though they also love the show and its fantastically perfect attention to the era's details, I rarely imagine them actually existing in the 1960s.
I forget, until my mom reminds me that she was basically a Peggy/Joan hybrid working at The Boeing Company in 1965---the exact same year the series is currently exploring.
The pictures of the smiling blonde above are of my mother at age 23, who was an engineer for 17 years at Boeing, working on such things as the Minuteman project. Despite working with (and being ogled by) mostly all dudes, she never turned into one of those bitter dude-haters.
Mom was a cool conservative girl even back then, and in addition didn't smoke, drink, or participate in anything more than light flirting. She recalls the smoking in the office was definitely just as heavy as Mad Men depicts, though she says the guys weren't as into the liquor during work hours. Of course the to-be-expected sexual harassment of the day was present; mom mentions whistles and constant comments on her figure were de rigueur. Even though she wasn't a secretary, Mom often had to gain respect of her male colleagues, who sometimes told her she was probably being promoted because she "must be sleeping with someone." Once she proved her work and became the only female in certain meetings, she was greeted with "damn, now we have to clean up our language because SHE'S in the room." Great stories of drinking lunches at country clubs with visiting dignitaries, where Mom humored the guys making fun of her non-drinking with "just don't let me have more than two 7-Ups, or else I'll get giggly." And my favorite, which mirrors an incident at Sterling Cooper from last season: the recently-fired Boeing manager who decided to stand on a table in the middle of the secretary pool, and spectacularly urinate on a bunch of documents as his going-away present. Mom was dispatched to handle that one.
So, it really was like all that back then, and even though she was constantly asked to be eye candy at parties (as pictured above with a Howard Hughes crony) despite her higher-up position, she loved her work and ultimately got along extremely well with all the guys. And got crunk on 7-Up, evidently.
If you love the show, Basket of Kisses is an awesome site to follow---this week's "Mad News" (often compiled by Karl) mentions that the actor who portrays Betty doesn't think men have changed much since the 1960s.
movie review: (not very much) Sex
I saw Sex and the City 2 last weekend. For you.
Okay, I kind of wanted to see it. Not a lot, since I had seen several clips, and was saddened by the staleness of the puns. But a girlfriend reallllly wanted to go, and do the whole "girls' night out" thing that very much makes me cringe. I actually liked the first movie, and have been a devout fan of the show since the beginning, back in 1998. So it is saying a lot that I was ready to pass on this event...but I'm slightly glad I didn't.
(The rest of this post will include spoilers, so if you are looking forward to seeing this film for yourself, consider yourself warned!!!)
For all the mocking we all throw at Carrie and the girls for being slutty sluts and terrible role models, this movie was something a little different. Amidst the over-the-top luxury and immaturity, there were quite a few Conservative Ideals thrown in. Just as the six seasons of the show were about being single and the pursuit of the right partner, the first movie about next steps and transitions, this movie was mostly about the responsibilities of marriage/families. For everyone except Samantha, of course. But, what I realized just a few days ago (and not many reviews seem to acknowledge) is that there's really not much sex happening in this chapter of the SATC franchise. Samantha only gets action TWICE in this movie...once at the very beginning, and once at the VERY end. Nothing for Miranda and Charlotte sex-wise, and Carrie shares an oh-so-scandalous KISS with a man who is not her husband! High drama follows in a should I/shouldn't I tell my husband storyette, and the resolution was one which would probably make Dr. Laura proud. So yeah. Not very much sex. Shots of man-bulges at the pool, yes---lots of dirty sex scenes? No.
Miranda's storyline fit in with the anti-misogyny theme of the film; she quits her job after telling off her woman-hating boss. Her new joy is being able to "be there" for her son at school events, things she has always missed in the past due to work (again, I think Dr. Laura would kinda love that). The usually-perfect wife and mother Charlotte is trying to cope with the day-to-day frazzled mess of raising two young children. She's ashamed and depressed that she can't handle it by herself and is worried that her husband is interested in their hot nanny.
All the while Carrie and Big are trying to not be boring, or something. They're the crazy married couple who dare to not have children, and experience a moment of discrimination from complete strangers because of this. Conveniently, Samantha scores a business deal that flies all of them to Abu Dhabi as guests of a Sheikh (this scene was filmed at my favorite hangout in Lincoln Center, by the way, and you can get officially-themed SATC drinks there, too) where all the fun let's-shock-the-Arabs hijinks occur.
Aside from a SOOOO so so so so embarrassing scene with the girls doing karaoke to "I am Woman", it's an okay movie. It feels long at 146 minutes, for sure, but it's a pretty good time. The interiors are damn beautiful, it's like an orgy of Vogue and Architectural Digest. The clothes are way fun to look at. I love it when people are shocked and horrified by something Carrie is wearing (OMG like who would WEAR that?) It's a MOVIE, kids. It's fashion. It's all fantasy. No one is forcing you to put it on and wear it to church. Also, as much as I don't like Liza Minnelli, her version of "Single Ladies" performed at the Big Gay Wedding is worth the price of admission alone.
Oh, and for boys who like cars, you get to look at a whole lot of these throughout the movie. And in case you were wondering, SATC3 may be in the works.
The Day I Accidentally Walked Through a Violent, Racist Tea-Bagger Protest and Escaped With My Life [UPDATED]
Okay, there was no tea. I'll make the tea-bagging connection later. But there was violence. And racism of course. The protesters told me so!
May 1, 2010, a very warm Saturday in Union Square, Manhattan. I honestly forgot it was May Day until I came above ground after riding the subway in from Astoria, Queens. Right across the street was the gathering in the park, lots of fancy, professionally-printed signs and someone yelling a speech all in Spanish. Because I'm a troublemaker and a jerk, I shouted LA MIGRA! LA MIGRA! a few times and flipped off the lady who told me I wasn't a true Native American, either. I also thought "Union" Square was pretty fitting, since the New York May 1 Coalition is of course sponsored by UNIONS. Then my friend and I went to lunch on E. 12th.
About an hour later we were heading to a concert on the NYU campus, and started walking down Broadway toward Astor Place. We started hearing lots of police sirens all at once, and then looked straight ahead. There were young guys with baseball bats and Che signs pinned to their backpacks running down the street smashing store windows, all on the west side of Broadway. We stopped dead on a corner, because there were police cars coming from so many different directions the street lights were rendered meaningless. As soon as we stopped, about 6 NYPD units pulled up to our exact corner and the cops jumped out and tackled two of the vandals literally TWO FEET in front of me. Some other officers arrived, jumped out of their cars, and started a crazy foot pursuit of another guy who started running in zig-zags down the middle of Broadway. They tackled him as well, in the middle of the freakin' street, as cars kept almost hitting everyone involved. It happened incredibly quickly. There were tons of eyewitnesses, and I even saw a few people videotaping, but of course I can't find mention of this incident anywhere online or in the media. We had about five minutes to get to the concert, so stopping and gawking wasn't an option. We just kept walking, tried to get away from the whole mess. But we could see and hear police interviewing plenty of witnesses, and heard people say "they just kept breaking windows", and saw the perps with their faces in the pavement for ourselves. I could describe them to you, but that would be utterly and totally racist.
After we left the concert about an hour and a half later, we noticed NYPD wearing reflective yellow and orange jerseys standing not only at every street corner, but also in front of almost every open business that had a glass storefront. We're talking businesses several blocks away from the protest. We went back over to Broadway on the way to the subway to look at the stores that had been vandalized. They were cleaned up mostly, but one owner of a costume jewelry store we talked to was very scared. Just as we got there, we heard bullhorns and yelling, and of course, the protest was now starting to make its way down Broadway. They had definitely grown in numbers, as did the number of law enforcement surrounding them. SI SE PUEDE was the chant du jour, and the majority of the signs were about RACISM or apartheid. And Arizona, of course. Forget Workers' Day, this turned into an almost exclusively Anti-Arizona rally, as it did across the country.
The two pictures above were taken with my crappy Blackberry camera, but if you want to see a whole lot of signs from the day, this is a good place to look. While searching for possible amateur videos of the incidents I experienced, I found this video tribute to the day's events. Watch for a bit, I promise a great deal of entertainment. It has probably the best theme song I have ever heard (listen to the words), and a cinematographer who quickly gets bored with focusing on the protest at hand and moves on to boobs and butts.
Oh yeah, the "teabagging". Right before we got to the Skirball (ha, BALL) Center for the performance, we saw a man in his fifties or so walking into his apartment building with some groceries. Wearing VERY short shorts. And ALL of his junk hanging out. Like, all of it. It was quite a day.
Dan's Update: Thanks to Michelle Malkin for the link, and here is video of people with the same MO smashing windows of businesses in Santa Cruz:
B-Cast has a segment on the aftermath. Trevor Loudon has important information on those unions and their connections with political parties and activist organizations, and with the Obamasphere.
CPAC Day 1 Redux: Conservatives Know How to Drink
a view from a Breitbart
I know I've been severely MIA lately, but here I am in DC, attending my first CPAC ever.
Yesterday was a complete whirlwind of meeting people, surprise speakers, and parties. I was operating on absolutely no sleep and arrived via train from NYC in the morning, so I wasn't even all there, but had SO much fun. No wonder everyone looks forward to this time of year.
Here's an idea of who I saw and heard and met on Thursday:
*Liz Cheney, who was expectedly awesome. She doesn't mess around. Of course the big surprise was that she brought Big Daddy Dick. He truly got the biggest ovation of the day, to which he replied "knock it off."
*Mitt Romney, who had TWO introductions, a gushy one from Jay Sekulow, and then one from (surprise) Scott Brown. Scott used the Truck thing and made the joke about the Daughters again. Mitt was really good-natured about the fact that Brown's popularity outshines his own at the moment. Thought Mitt's speech was fantastic, despite dancing around some issues. It's an experience to witness these people in person, you can smell the charisma.
*Andrew Breitbart, who was accepting an award from Accuracy in Media. A zillion people crowded into a tiny room to watch this, after a really boring long introduction during which even Breitbart looked kinda bored. Once he started speaking, it was great. He called out several NYT reporters, always asking if they were in the room before he declared them "despicable".
Then there was the BlogBash, held at the FreedomWorks building. Met Michelle Malkin and Dick Armey, and several great bloggers. Highlights were meeting Jimmie and of course The Other McCain. I even got to physically witness the writing of this.
The drinking: I don't know why I was surprised, but the hotel bar (which is expansive), was always packed. The BlogBash had booze, and then the real networking started after-hours at the bar. There were several drunken introductions and episodes of storytelling, and lots of sounds of broken glass as it got later and later. Lots of discarded "draft Cheney" stickers stuck to the Marriott floor. Crazy conservative punks, all. But so fun.
***thinking of Dan, and really hope he's going to be okay. Cannot really have fun until he is better.
My Rove-y Rove is Newly Divorced?
Sad face for his 24-year marriage.
I'm wondering if it is maybe a consequence of all the work on Courage and Consequence? (I'm pretty damn excited to read this, by the way).
It's no secret I love teh Rove, but here's reason number 87 of millions why he's cool and cute: for the price of a mere SASE, he'll send you a special autographed bookplate for his new opus! He's also a good Twitterer, and has been very generous with his own time to have conversations with his followers. My heart went all a-flutter after I got my first KarlRove direct message.
Ruby Slippers has more, including Greenwald and Sullivan losing it over Rove's supposed marriage hypocrisy.
Cheers to Bachelor Karl!
Where Did the Love Go?
Obama love, specifically. In New York City. It's probably still there in a really strong way, but it didn't seem like that to me just a few days ago.
Here is some evidence of the old love, still there, but fading a little. These signs are on the same side of the street, within two blocks of each other.
Not a big deal really, I just love that the Super's door is doing the advertising. Also impressed that they snagged one of the "cool" vintage-y campaign stickers.
This window is awesome. You not only get a couple of O family pics, but also kill two birds with one lovely stone by featuring Obama with Rangel! Genius. Oh, and a sarcastic McCain Obamicon to rub it all in. Notice he's even separated into his own WINDOWPANE! Racist.
Literally a day after I took these pictures, I saw and heard two things that were a little surprising to me. First was on the C train. On a packed downtown subway car there was a dude pontificating about the evils of Obama, to no one in particular, he was just giving a free lecture. His rant was centered on the economy, and general doomsday funtimes. He was an older gentleman, not super crazy looking or anything, but for sure eccentric. He preached for about 3 stops, then left us with this warning: "You just wait. Wait until you see what happens. I give it two years. I told you it was the end. And it's all your fault for voting for that self-righteous child." There was finger-wagging, and he disappeared.
A few hours later, in Union Square: large circle of well-dressed young men on the sidewalk, with one shouting statements and the others basically responding in agreement, even an "amen" here and there. I assumed it was religious in nature and almost ignored it. But as I was walking by I realized it was an anti-Obama circle. Very anti. They were really into the idea of getting him impeached or something, and this was because he was "effeminate", part of the Illuminati, and he is "evil masquerading as the Savior." Okay, so it was kind of religious in that sense.
Would never have thought of mentioning these two things, except that in the past witnessing events like this would've been accompanied by seeing at least 5 street vendors selling products with the President's face plastered all over. But 'twas not the case. I don't see those hardly ever. Also, you'd think both subway guy and circle of men would be right-wing stereotype white males, but they weren't. They were very Obama-esque. Only in the sense that they came from Hawaii, just like him.
Forget Muslim Extremism, You Know Who’s Controversial? MORMONS
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I know we are long overdue for a post from me featuring crazy shoes and tawdry movie-star gossip, but something else has been bugging me for the last two weeks.
Apologies in advance to those of you who don't use Twitter, who hate Twitter, or think writing about anything involving Twitter is a waste of time. The general questions posed by the end will be Twitter-free, I promise.
Twitter has been slightly magical for me. As a classical musician and a Conservative, I'm in a definite minority. That would be fine, except in my line of business it is perfectly acceptable to discriminate against those who aren't hardcore lefties, and it has sadly become more or less of a witch hunt. When I gradually started figuring out how to tweet, I was amazed that there were so many politically like-minded people around who were not only intelligent, but who were SPEAKING FREELY ABOUT THEIR BELIEFS! Something I can't do at work without being assailed with Olbermannisms. I also couldn't believe that I could talk to all of these geniuses with blogs and books, and that some of my adored TV Pundits were real humans who wrote things back to me. I was in heaven. There was finally somewhere free of hatred towards what "we" believe in, yet different views could also be discussed objectively. Somewhere free of the ignorant, empty blanket statements I'm used to hearing from the mouths of ignorant, empty opera heads.
Well, kinda.
It's no secret to my followers that I really like Glenn Beck. I'm not a recent convert; I've been following his career closely since about 2003. I was a fan of his radio show the very second I heard it. I also don't agree with absolutely everything he has ever said and done, but like him and respect him for my own reasons. One of those reasons being HE knows and reminds everyone DAILY that he's not perfect. I've been called a "Beck apologist" (whatever the crap that means) simply for liking him and for sticking up for him when someone gets facts wrong (which happens a lot).
Here's another non-secret. I was raised Mormon, and Beck is what I like to call nouveau-Mormon. I'm no longer practicing, but a huge side of my family is extremely active in the church. Even though I'm pretty heathen-esque when it comes to boys and such, I still practice a lot of the things I was taught growing up. Things most of us were perhaps taught growing up. Things like, oh, be polite, don't judge those you don't know, don't call OTHER PEOPLE CRAZY SIMPLY BECAUSE OF THEIR RELIGION. You know. Things like that.
Of course there's a little exception. When a religion encourages the murders of non-believers, when a religion says you must massacre, must promote jihad, then I think it's fine to talk about the Crazy. In fact, there should be no political correctness whatsoever.
So what exactly did I have a problem with on my beloved Twitter? An exchange between two other Conservatives went very vaguely like this:
Con 1: OMG like that Beck guy is such a nut. Why does he love those stupid Founding Fathers so much? He talks about them more than real people OMG. Why doesn't he just have a seance with them since he's so crazy?
Con 2: Um, I don't think Mormons are allowed to have seances.
Con 1: OMG he's MORMON? NO WONDER. That explains so much. Now I think he's extra crazy. What a nutjob.
Awesome. Note well my problem with Con 1 isn't that they don't like Beck, it's that they're smearing him with being crazy because of his religion. Gee, what would happen if I started calling all Baptists stupid? All Catholics drunk pedophiles? Would that be just funny or bawdy? Or impolite and inappropriate? Clearly this person doesn't even know anything about him, since his faith (which he doesn't keep a secret) was not even known to them. I expect behavior like this from the Janeane Garofalos of the world, with her "redneck racist tea-baggers" generalization. I expect it and don't blink. But from someone who is followed by several people I respect, and who yuk-yuks it up on a regular basis as a "Conservative", it's beyond disheartening. Not that they would just say something like that, but that so many people wouldn't respond with even a "tsk tsk, that's not very nice". It was a very junior high moment---"uhhhh, they're like my friend and stuff and they're cool, I better not disagree with them so I'll just like play along, LOLOLOLOLOL, I'm not going to speak out, nope, not me, heh heh heh". In fact, there is a whole clique of "conservatives" who are rabid Beck-haters, and they get in their little huddle and go to town on how wacky-nutty he is (some are even so cool that they have their own TV show on Beck's network, and are getting more and more outspoken about their dislike). Guess what? That's cool. That's cool if you like clique-y things. You probably liked junior high. But adding the discriminatory gesture of religion-bashing? Is that what we're doing now?
I was fuming, but all I said was "guys, seriously? you're saying he's extra crazy because he's Mormon? nice." How did Con.1 respond? They said that Mr. Beck, for having the audacity to CONVERT to a "SOMEWHAT CONTROVERSIAL RELIGION" made him "crazy, unstable, and weak". Okay. I meant to stress several times here that in no way does this mean I think everyone should love and accept the Latter-Day Saint beliefs. I joke about certain things with ease. Mormons do all the time, just watch the famous Joseph Smith South Park episode. I'm fine with whatever everyone's own beliefs are. But SERIOUSLY? A "somewhat controversial religion" REALLY? Don't you think you could maybe concentrate on, oh say those OTHER "somewhat controversial religions" that KILL PEOPLE? The very second you, Con. 1, Â present me with marauding Mormons beating and killing people with their leather-bound Books of Mormon to believe in what they believe in or else, I will gladly agree with you and call you Prophet. But until then, howsabout you concentrate on the real evils in the world, the real crimes, the REAL crazy people, and stop worrying about Glenn Beck. He's not doing anything to you. He does, however, have better manners than you.
In the end, I guess I have a question. Is that how our general political sphere is? They want and expect their views to be heard but at the same time want to be able to be just like the Olbermanns of the world and spew hate, hate, hate? Or please tell me that isn't the case, that we are actually like the vast majority of "us" who are kind individuals with firm beliefs that are not based in vitriol, despite how the Left labels us. Please tell me this, or I am truly idealogically homeless.
UPDATE:
So Con 1 has outed herself quite proudly, and has been stamping her feet over being "misrepresented" in my post. Simultaneously, she is promoting Freedom of all kinds, including practicing her freedom of speech and freedom of religion. If she would read the part above my depiction of the "tweet exchange" that said it went very vauguely like this then maybe she would see that in no way was I claiming direct quotage. The stuff later, the "unstable" things, WERE quotes. But since she wants to be absolutely represented, here is her actual response to finding out Beck is LDS. See, there's a naughty word in there. But I was just exercising my freedom of speech by implying what she said was a teeny tiny less bigoted. And even though freedom of anything wasn't remotely part of the point of my post, I thought I'd play along with our Moral Betters.
Star-Spangled Hate
Once again, a few recent news stories caught my eye because of what they had in common (sadly, this time it isn't boobs).
First, there is this story---the one about the gym owner in Marblehead, MA who decided to hang a large American flag from the rafters, offending some customers.
From about a week and a half ago comes another "the flag is offensive" story from Oregon, brought to you by the apartment managers who told their residents to rid themselves of any flying of the red, white and blue or face eviction. Because, you know, it might offend a "diverse community".
There is also the big DNC video contest story that's being debated on every news program at the moment.
This is something that's been bothering me for a long time, as an actual question. Why is it so "cool" to hate the American flag? Seriously. What is so offensive and disgusting and controversial about this particular symbol of our country, especially to people of my generation?
I'm not talking about flag-feelings around the time of Vietnam, I'm not asking why everyone isn't equally patriotic. I'm aware you can be patriotic without displaying the flag. I am simply wondering why the mere sight of the Star Spangled Banner seems to cause such vomitous emotions from some when placed in a gym, an apartment window, or on your car. And I'm wondering why it seems to go so in and out of style.
I remember the days and months immediately following 9/11. The flag was everywhere. Where it had been absent before, it suddenly sprouted in triplicate. United We Stand. Â Never Forget. Sales skyrocketed. Every single retailer had their own version of flag paraphernalia. Cars often sported two or three bumper stickers in addition to one of these. Four days after 9/11, I embarked on a nationwide tour with San Francisco Opera, traveling to and performing a full production in about 40 cities, big and small. After starting on the west coast and working our way east, we finally rolled into the New York City area in late October, 2001. At the time I was a resident of San Francisco and hadn't visited NYC for about a year. I was utterly blown away by the new demeanor on the street. It felt completely different. Everyone was watching out for each other. And the FLAGS! I remember walking around East Harlem and looking up at a massive apartment building, every single window showing some form of star-spangledness. It was unbelievable.
So, I guess all of that flag love wore off around 2003, right? When G.W. Bush went from Hero to Satan and we were (along with Michelle Obama) no longer proud of our country? Is that when it was? I wish there had been a memo or something. Or a Flag-Awareness Level. I just remember that's when all the anti-war, anti-US sentiments were beginning to really heat up, but maybe it was just because I was in San Francisco? I wouldn't have been able to tell you if the building in Spanish Harlem was still proudly bearing its flags.
Fast forward to 2007. I was working for a well-known summer opera festival in Cooperstown, NY. The chorus members for the five productions were made up of Resident Artists (professional singers) and semi-pro local singers, mostly affectionately nicknamed "Townies." One of the local chorus members was a handsome, clean-cut guy around 22. He had been participating in the Townie Chorus for a few years, was really good, and super nice. He worked several blue-collar jobs to keep himself in a modest state school, where he was studying to be a singer. I noticed after a few rehearsals, some of the pro singers (many of whom were my close friends and colleagues) started snickering about this guy. "Have you seen his TRUCK? Ohmagaw how RIDICULOUS! I'm so EMBARRASSED for him! What a hick." This young man drove a giant white Chevy Silverado, and it was tricked out. I mean, it was the ultimate expression of American Patriotism. There was a giant, I don't know, decal? of some kind along the whole back window of a bald eagle flying through billowing waves of Old Glory. He had tiny blue and red lights around the entire (sorry, I don't know how to properly describe the vocab of vehicle pimpage) perimeter/base of the truck. There were multiple flag/support the troops stickers, 9/11 yellow ribbons, and his plates were framed with prideful American statements. I was pretty damn impressed by this dude's truck. Sure, it's not something I'd do to my car, but that's just me. I still thought it was awesome. Sometimes I'd notice him getting into his truck after rehearsal, trying to get away quickly, and looking uncharacteristically upset. He knew the "city" kids were making fun of him. He had also heard people make fun of it when they didn't know who it belonged to. I felt so terrible for him, and embarrassed by my asshole friends. I remember finding him one day specifically to tell him how incredible I thought his truck was. I told him, kind of in code, that I was one of whatever he was, and he was far braver than any of us. He proceeded to tearfully tell me his older brother had died serving in Iraq a few years ago, and that had been his brother's beloved truck. He decorated it in his memory, did every single thing with love, and in the only way he knew how. I think about all the bratty, snotty, ungrateful city singers who never knew that sweet guy's story. They just loved making fun of his silly flags. So offensive, you know. Only hicks like dumb things like American flags. Meanwhile, people in a gym in Marblehead, Mass. are complaining about that offensive symbol. People, in a gym, sweating upon the very ground where "unsurpassed contributions to the American Revolution and Civil War" were made.
Plethora of Pettiness
first of all, we should be celebrating sexypartystyle this weekend about this piece of good news. Party like Pelosi!
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Super Fun Time in North Korea!
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Just to warm you up for Halloween.
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Boob post throwback: if you were wondering what Kate Gosselin would look like with MegMeg's mega pushed-up publicity ploy, here ya go!
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This link is purely to illustrate why you should never let anyone take a photo of you from below.
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Something phallic to balance last week's topic: MINE IS BIGGER THAN YOURS!
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Keeping hope alive that maybe West Side Story really happened like this. There's even an Obama-esque speech. Is the dude documenting the events on his iPhone a certain blogger?
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This is not only not fitting, it is not acceptable! I speak as an expert.
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Too perfect. You want a psycho? Study a psycho! (one of my favorite movies)
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For the boys. Or, what you can get for $500 nowadays. Content warning, kinda.
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Probably the best aria ever. This is for you, Anita Dunn.
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