How was the show? I love the Glass Bead Game? If this was a year ago, I definitely would have been there.

For any of you even slightly familiar with Lacan, whole passages of spom read like she just lifted them from his Lectures on Sexuality and replaced "the phallus" with "meat." It's pretty bad.

I am not completely sure this is the right spot for this but they got one of ted kennedy's grandkids to whore for health care reform during the freakin prayer of the faithful at his funeral mass.

"Mr. Kennedy’s grandchildren offered intercession prayers as part of the Eucharist. One, Max Allen, the 12-year-old son of his daughter Kara, used Mr. Kennedy’s words to plead for passage of universal health care legislation, “for what my grandpa called the cause of his life, as he said so often: in every part of this land, that every American will have decent quality health care as a fundamental right and not a privilege.”

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/30/us/politics/30kennedy.html?pagewanted=2&hp

That's pretty priceless, but i'm not surprised at all. People are damned selfish when it comes to giving up seats. A twenty year old girl literally ran under my arm to get to a seat I was right in front of on the N train. While i've had a few people give up seats for me--with one woman even insisting that I sit down even though I told her I was getting off in two stops--I was actually yelled at by a dude for not giving up my seat for a more visibly pregnant woman (I was five months along at the time). When my sister who was with me told him that I was pregnant as well his response was, "What is she a month along-- I thought she just looked fat."

Actually, probably the best story yet regarding insensitive peoples comments and pregnancy happened about a week ago at a TD bank in Astoria, so that would make me 28 weeks and in my seventh month. To be honest, I've been lucky and I don't look extremely pregnant even now but I do have a tummy and really it doesn't look anything like a beer gut.

Anyway, I was on a very long line in the bank on a Friday during lunch hour; I was about number 5 of about 13 people. Of course, there was only one teller on duty. A very skinny, very pregnant lady comes in and joins the back of the line. The bank manager, a petite woman, immediately goes over to her and escorts her to the front of the line. The pregnant lady does not appear to speak much English and seems very happy at the special treatment. The other bank customers are less than thrilled and there is much mumbling among the ranks. An older Greek man who was standing behind me points at me and calls out to the manager saying, "Hey, there's another pregnant lady here, doesn't she get special treatment?" The bank manager gives me one of those double up and down glances and says, "Is she pregnant? I thought she was just fat. It's so hard to tell these days." The guy then turns to me and I say yes, I'm pregnant and in my seventh month. The manager then rather reluctantly tells me I can go to the front of the line as well. But pissed at this whole charade I tell her no thank you as I don't need special treatment. She turned red and walked away. it was really pretty funny, although i was pissed at the time.