I have the worst case of writer’s block. It’s like the sections of my brain given over to words have been filled with oatmeal instead of ideas. I can’t get into reading anything either because anything having to do with words is such a mental slog. I keep waiting for everything to shake loose so I can get rolling again but the longer I go without reading or writing, the harder it gest to read or write.
This is actually a pretty good week for subject matter too. I should be able to go on at length about Anthony Weiner’s…er…weiner pics that have been circulated on Twitter. Did he or didn’t he? Is it a frame up or is he a sleaze? Who is this woman on the west coast who may or may not have been on the receiving end of Weiner’s shots? Why won’t he deny that the boxer-brief-clad weiner is his? And is it time to rethink your entire career when Jon Stewart is telling America that your weiner is little? But all I can manage is a “Meh” because there’s no law or regulation that prohibits the transmission of crotch shots over the internet. If he’s sending pictures of his crotch out online and it’s not harassment, then all he’s guilty of is being cringe-worthily icky and also pissing off his wife. Not my problem.
There are also mumblings about whether there’s room in the Republican Presidential field for both Sarah Palin and Michelle Bachmann. That’s a weird question because there is plenty of room radical right-wing conservatives in the GOP field and for anyone to suggest otherwise is dumb. No one would ask if there was room for another libertarian in light of Ron Paul being in the mix or room for another New Englander because Mitt Romney is running or a jewelry afficianado because Newt Gingrich is a candidate. No, this is a question about whether or not two women can run for President at the same time and the answer to that is “YES AND SHUT UP.”
But instead of being able to hand out two-fisted hunks of feminist outrage or apathy to innuendo, I’m groping just to find the energy to clunk out the two previous paragraphs. Instead of dreaming up debating points, my mind wanders off to lists of household chores that need attention. This past weekend, I was actually more interested in pruning a rhododenron bush than scanning HuffPo for subject matter. That’s a sad state of affairs for me, though possibly a relief for all of you.
Anyway, I’m trying to swim back up through the oatmeal and find my appetite for snark again. To aid my quest, I just bought Blind Allegiance to Sarah Palin by that disgruntled former aide of hers and I’m going to crack it open this evening. Or maybe I’ll start watching Ice Loves Coco on E! soon. Surely one of those will help lift me out of the stupor, right? Meanwhile, grab yourself a fruity umbrella drink and relax a bit. It’s summer and you deserve it!