sorry

I know I haven't been posting much lately. We no longer have a power source for the laptop, and the desktop is 7.5 years old and is so full of crap that it literally takes 25 minutes to start and then for a program (ie firefox) to open can be another 10 minutes. We are talking painfully slow. Until we replace the power cord to the laptop, I'm afraid posting is going to be way lighter than usual.

In my absence, Amy Winehouse has died, which was tragically not surprising. Sad, yes - but not surprising. The woman had a very public battle with drugs and alcohol and she either had no desire to attempt to get her addiction under control or it just proved to be too much for her. Either way, her life was cut way too short because of her addictions.

Which brings me to my point. I cannot stand Katy Perry's song "Last Friday Night". Call me old, call me a prude, whatever - but that song sends the wrong message to kids/tweens/teens/college students.

There's a stranger in my bed,
There's a pounding my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbie's on the barbeque

There's a hicky or a bruise
Pictures of last night
Eended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a black top blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled

Last Friday night
Yeah we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot

Last Friday night
Yeah we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard

Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop-op
Whoa-oh-oah

This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again

Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier is on the floor
With my favorite party dress
Warrants out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail

Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled

That is not the lesson I want my Baby Girl learning. I don't want her thinking it's okay to get so trashed that you black out, you wake up with someone you don't know in your bed, max out your credit cards on alcohol, etc. I know, it's just a song, I shouldn't be so up in arms about it... but abusing alcohol KILLS PEOPLE. IT RUINS LIVES. Having fun with friends at a party or a bar - that's fine. That's more than fine. In fact, I'm counting the minutes until Friday night when I am going out with some friends for margaritas. But living the life in Katy Perry's song isn't that far off from Amy Winehouse's life - only Amy also did hard core narcotics - and it's not okay. It's not a good message to send to the listeners of top 40 pop music. Not knowing if you have a hickey or a bruise and having no idea who is lying in the bed next to you - that makes you a ho-bag. And no one wants that kind of reputation.

Okay, I'm stepping off my soapbox. My beer is getting warm :)