Fear is the new black.
--John Stewart, The Daily Show, January 18, 2005
So chances are you’ve noticed that ye olde Wasted Birth Control has undergone some changes! Isn’t it purty?
I was screwing around yesterday making some changes just for fun (there was a momentary pink phase—none of you are crazy), and apparently Andreah had some ideas. Seems she was dreaming about my blog (poor thing) and since she’s a real designer, she waved her magic wand and came up with my lovely masthead, as well as the fab new colors. So, darling Andreah, BIG SLOPPY KISSES to you! My favorite thing about the new design is that it is so elegant and pretty it looks like this site belongs to someone who would never, ever use the word motherfucker. Won't people be surprised?
I’ve also added a bunch of new links in my blog roll. Check 'em out. If you got left off, I'm sorry. I'm only human!
A special BIG SLOPPY KISSES welcome to my friend Julie (because, as you know, there are simply not enough Julies) at "Tales from the Stirrups" who has just joined the infertile blogosphere. We met through a local-to-our-area thread on a fertility bulletin board, so we’re neighbors too. She’s fab, so go post lots of comments so she feels at home!
I also have BIG SLOPPY KISSES for the religious right today. If they keep wasting time like this, we’ll beat them back in no time!
Last, but not least, BIG SLOPPY CHASTE KISSES for Jim Wallis, co-founder of Sojourner Magazine and author of the book “God’s Politics: Why the Right Gets It Wrong and the Left Doesn’t Get It.” This gentleman appeared on The Daily Show the other night, and when Jon (yeah, I can just call him Jon now—we’re on a first name basis, me and JON) introduced him as an evangelical Christian I was all worried. But as I listened to him speak, he was so gentle and genuine, and his ideas were so lovely, I actually turned to Charlie and said, “Ooooooh—he’s a Christian.” So check it out. They (him and Sojourner Magazine) may be full of other ugly ideas, but their take on the problem of poverty is refreshing to hear. When they stay out of my uterus and the bedroom, Christians darn well rock.
