In which I change my life. Again.

I must have been a dozen people in my life –  I even have a despairing name for myself, Miriam Myriad.  I can adapt to pretty much any group of people until I’m bored, which sounds as an imperative similar to the Voice of God, whereupon I slip the harness and splash off in search of the next collection of interests.  I do not believe this to be strictly ethical, though I will myself to not hurt anyone. It is a privilege not granted to many women without a lot of money, which I do not have, so I am profoundly grateful to a world where I can be so indulgent.

What tethers me to the earth and remains a constant is my body, temperamental, hyper-sensitive, tending towards exhaustion.  I have a  hyper-vigilant immune system, which I am always moderating with some kind of nutritional supplement or crazy-ass health program.  To a pretty good result.  I still have the ailments of a kid, still look young, no wrinkles, lines or folds.  I can climb a mountain and swim the circumference of a small lake.  This after years of exhaustion from working in the cities, clogged with dirt, dust, chemicals, and people.  London, Paris, New York, Toronto, wherein I spent my time when not fighting for survival, figuring out how to get the hell out of Dodge.

Twenty years ago, I moved to the country in part because my body could not handle life in the cities.  I live in a meadow, crossed by creeks, in front of a forest which hasn’t been touched for about 40 years. My water is from a well 200 feet deep and artesian.  It is so alkaline, I could sell it.  It has all the right minerals in all the right proportions.  There is no cell coverage in my meadow and forest, my smart meter is 100 yards from the house.  The house is rammed earth, materials with minimum off-gassing were used in construction, no dry-wall or paints.  Wood stains were enviro-certified. It is a healthy house, as these things go, with geothermal heat and green roofs.  With all this accommodation of my sensitivities, I was able to work hard, became reasonably successful, met a charming man who lives with me now, and thought it was over, I’d done it.  I had turned myself into a normal healthy woman.

Then I relapsed. Continue reading “In which I change my life. Again.”

“The Monmouth University Poll… finds a large bipartisan majority who feel that national policy is being manipulated or directed by a ‘Deep State’ of unelected government officials.

Ann Althouse reports this morning:
“Just over half of the public is either very worried (23%) or somewhat worried (30%) about the U.S. government monitoring their activities and invading their privacy.”

I see this as very very good news because it is true. About time “folks” got “woke”.

Althouse continues:

There are no significant partisan differences – 57% of independents, 51% of Republicans, and 50% of Democrats are at least somewhat worried the federal government is monitoring their activities…


… 6-in-10 Americans (60%) feel that unelected or appointed government officials have too much influence in determining federal policy. Just 26% say the right balance of power exists between elected and unelected officials in determining policy. Democrats (59%), Republicans (59%) and independents (62%) agree that appointed officials hold too much sway in the federal government.

“We usually expect opinions on the operation of government to shift depending on which party is in charge. But there’s an ominous feeling by Democrats and Republicans alike that a ‘Deep State’ of unelected operatives are pulling the levers of power,” [said Patrick Murray, director of the independent Monmouth University Polling Institute].

Few Americans (13%) are very familiar with the term “Deep State;” another 24% are somewhat familiar, while 63% say they are not familiar with this term. However, when the term is described as a group of unelected government and military officials who secretly manipulate or direct national policy, nearly 3-in-4 (74%) say they believe this type of apparatus exists in Washington….

Americans of black, Latino and Asian backgrounds (35%) are more likely than non-Hispanic whites (23%) to say that the Deep State definitely exists. Non-whites (60%) are also somewhat more likely than whites (50%) to worry about the government monitoring them

and similarly more likely to believe there is already widespread government monitoring of U.S. citizens (60% and 49%, respectively). More non-whites (35%) than whites (23%) say that such monitoring is rarely or never justified.

Beta boys and backwoods soccer moms, whence the damned culture?


So there’s this:

and this.  These gorgeous creatures are the current editors of Paris Vogue (easily the most fashionable women on the planet).  Not only that, they were photographed at couture, not ready-to-wear.

People have a right to express themselves any way they want, and, in some instances be celebrated for it.  But fashion tells us in no uncertain terms whence the culture.  So women are now backwoods Montana soccer moms with a home-based farm-based business, and men are sock boys?  This is going to be interesting.


Inclusion riders and the forced diversification of the culture.

I am truly torn on this.  What is happening now, the jack-booted forcing of minorities and marginal into the culture, has been a long long long time coming.  But is this the way to do it?  Frances McDormand, who won Best Actress last night for Three Billboards, said this at the end of her speech, “I have two words for you: inclusion rider.”

According to the Hollywood Reporter, an inclusion rider is a requirement in contracts that provide for gender and racial diversity.

“2 Broke Girls and Whitney creator Whitney Cummings in a post Sunday night on Twitter: “An inclusion rider is something actors put into their contracts to ensure gender and racial


equality in hiring on movie sets. We should support this for a billion reasons, but if you can’t find a reason to, here’s one: it will make movies better.”

Yeah, ok, but will it?  Because using art to promote political ideas is anathema, it is the quickest way to lose money.  All those gorgeous black women in ball gowns last night looked darned cross, despite their recent elevation to the stratosphere of the culture.  I get it, I really do, but I wasn’t interested in being lectured and blamed and told I was less evolved by people of any color who sell sex and violence for a living – have you seen Empire? , it is mind-bogglingly corrupt and vulgar- so I drifted away.  As did 12% of Oscar’s audience.

Hollywood titans and titanesses may be beautiful, talented and ferociously ambitious, but they just aren’t very smart.