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Hotel Erotica Cabo

Okay, so I was flipping around the channels last night, and I came across a show called Hotel Erotica Cabo.

This show was on Cinemax (or Skin-emax, as I like to call it).

Anyway, in the bit I saw, the lead actress, who was playing an author, explains that she had been sent to Hotel Erotica Cabo by her editor, who felt that her writing was becoming “too cerebral.”

I would just like to say that this often happens to me. It is amazing how Cinemax continues to provide cutting edge entertainment that is also so very true to life!

In other news, yesterday an article about me appeared on the back of the Personal Journal section of the Wall Street Journal. It was a nice article…although I do feel the need to clarify the reason that I refused to sing songs about Jesus in my school. This wasn't because I had anything particular against Jesus (just some of the things people do in His name), but because it was a PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL.

I felt that requiring me to sing about Jesus in a PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL was a violation of my Constitutional right to separation of church and state. I have absolutely no objections to singing songs about the children of deities while in a house of worship. I was always very happy to sing them on Sunday, for instance, at St. Charles, the church my family belonged to, and where I was a member of the CYO.

But I felt it was inappropriate of my PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL to require me to sing about Jesus. Especially since one of the songs went like this:

He's Number One!
He's the Lord's Only Son
In Him I find the answer
To What I'm Searching For

He's Number One!
Jesus, He's the Only One
That Man from Galilee

There is more, but sadly, I've forgotten it, and I can't find the lyrics on Google.

Possibly this would have been all right if we had also sung songs about Mohammed, Moses, L. Ron Hubbard, and Buddha. However, we did not.

I would also like to mention that not only was there a DANCE we had to do to He's Number One! as we performed it (with clapping), but the sheet music instructed us to sing “dat” and “de” instead of “that” and “the,” to make the song sound more like a “traditional Negro spiritual.”

And okay, it may have been the dancing and the “dats” and “des” more than the actual subject matter of the song that offended me.

But when all three were put together, I felt I had no choice but to do what I always did in high school when faced with what I felt was an untenable situation: Make an appointment with my guidance counselor, Ida G. Medlyn.

Thankfully, Ida G, who was a great guidance counselor and a stand-up gal—at least to me–let me quit choir and gave me a “free period” every day, which I spent in the library reading Roger Zelazny.

Oh, what? You thought I went to the school board, raised a stink, and got the choral department to abide by the US Constitution? Why would I do that, when I was totally happy with the way things had turned out?

Because, if you think about it, a free period during which to sit and read Roger Zelazny is, to a nerdy high school girl, what a trip to an erotically-themed hotel in Mexico is to the rest of us.

Yes, people. I was getting too cerebral…and my guidance counselor sent me to Hotel Erotica Cabo!

Here is a general summary of the WSJ article.

Meanwhile, why is this cracking me up so much?

Ouch! That must have been very uncomfortable for Beyoncé. Still, I don't think she handled it at all the way she should have. She should have been like, “You know what? You're right. In this age of synthetic fur, there is no reason to use the real thing. I'm sorry. Would you like some more sake?”

Here is a cute review of QOB.

And I am sorry to have to say this, but I think the movie STEALTH with Jessica Biel has the best last line of any movie I've seen in a long, long time.

I know what you're going to say—I'm getting too cerebral, aren't I? OK. Off to Hotel Erotica Cabo—I mean, to read Roger Zelazny. Bye!

More later.

Much love,


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