Okay. Holiday schmaltz is upon us. Snark break. Lauren Bush Lauren aka Lifshitz had a baby. Adele’s new album should have gone the way of Amy Winehouse’s second. Too soon? SNL’s Adele Thanksgiving table banter was familiar and funny. Matthew McConaughey has physical humor chops. AMA show a study in narcissistic indulgence. Except for JLo. She stuns. Homeland too close to home in current terrorist theme if cartoony in personal plotline. The Affair gets better every week. Williams College location scenes. My money is on the jilted daughter. Spoiler alert.
Pats continue undefeated in a weak division of the flimsy AFC. But, best head coach with a great QB. One of the few who knows clock management. Makes the most of every player. Rex Ryan angry. And. So long SanFran’s Kaepernick. “Foot injury” puts you on IR. Right, Peyton in Denver?
Still giddy from getting Final Jeopardy last night when Tournament of Champs didn’t. So. It’s that time of year again. Kitchen therapy definitely a good idea.
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In a bad way. Disgruntled brothers again at the core of terror in a major city. As with the Tsarnaev’s in Boston. Radicalized in Eastern Balkans. Now bereft and left out brothers Abdeslam at the heart of another siege. This time in Paris. Radicalized in Syria. But, disaffected Muslims encore.
Leaders and as always military are overthinking this as a macro geopolitical religious act of war. Nope. The Belgian brothers were not even mosque-goers but rather like the Tsarnaev’s drug users. It’s a psychology of unemployed youth who lack purpose and attach to a criminal cause. Pope Francis was right. The most lethal weapon against world peace is men without jobs.
Armies and bombs can never combat that.
Paris under siege. Puts all the other nonsense into even more perspective. Barbarians are already inside and there are no gates.
So. Like. I’m so over college. It’s not a safe place anymore. They. Like. Say mean things about my boyfriend’s man bun. And. Like. My Fifty Shades of Gray in the Context of Feminist Literature course got scrubbed. So. Now what? I have like loans to pay off. And. Like. No jobs for my major. Medieval womens’ studies. So. Like. Maybe I’ll join ISIS. I can travel and meet new people. Make a difference. But. Like. No hair salons. No Starbucks. Seriously. That sucks.
Maybe I’ll become a barista in Istanbul. Bon weekend.