Tag Archive | Shirley Temple

Unsolicited Thoughts On Racist Celebrity Chefgate

– re: her (most recent) apology: I don’t want to hear anything about “growth” and “learning” from a sixty year old who only confronted her casual racism because someone handed her a court order

– originally PD tried to pull the “I was born in a different era” nonsense but I guess she quickly realized there’s no documentation to prove she was in a coma for the entire Civil Rights Movement

– I recently watched Hitler’s Children on Netflix and wouldn’t you know it none of the subjects (who are all directly related to Nazis) express a desire to round up Jews with the defense “that’s the era we were born into”…in fact, they all seem to loathe their unfortunate lineage, ostensibly because these individuals have functioning adult minds they use to read and understand history

– PD’s racism is overshadowing the fact she’s also being sued for fostering an environment of sexual harassment / discrimination in her Savannah, GA oyster hut; you know, typical stuff like male managers watching porn in the restaurant office and making stupid remarks but also Paula herself calling a female server a “piece of pussy” and vocalizing her belief that running a restaurant is a man’s job

– this whole imbroglio drives home for me the basic fact that there are good people on this planet and there are bad people and everything else is just a load of nonsense

– ending on a note from Shirley Temple herself: “Sunnybrook Farm is now a parking lot [and] the petticoats are in the garbage can, where they belong in the modern world…”

2013’s Ultimate Sun-Soaked Summer Jammy Jam Is Here

Nothing says flip-flops and sand in your shorts quite like extreme female metal J-pop (or however you’re supposed to classify this brilliance). I’ll be blasting this sucker all summer as I beach myself next to my parents’ pool, Shirley Temple in hand, female medium Hooters shirt wrapped around my sausage-like torso.

P.S. Indeed, I am “summering” at my parents’ house in Florida this year, so don’t waste your time combing Kings County in search of two-eyed Jimmy. The Sunshine State is where you’ll find me, marveling at this wonder the natives call “central” air. I promise to keep the “oh boy, my parents are wacky, look at this thing I found!” posts to a minimum.