August 24, 2006 by Susan Hansell.

Is it just me, or does the frenetic ebay selling off and buying up of “beauty-queen” artifacts from the closet of dead-six-year-old JonBenet Ramsey seem really really creepy? And how about the confessed-murderer’s (”it was an accident!”) use of his arrest in Thailand to create photo-op’s for himself, replete with his oh-so-studied, this-is-what-pedophile-killer-celebrities-look-like poses, splashed on the pages of every American rag, from The New York Times to People Magazine. Such a “story” seems much more interesting, I guess, than, say, the lethal effects of cluster-bombing on children. Anyway! For an entertaining and hilariously REAL treatment of the sexualization of little girls (and their adult “fans”), check out the new film “Little Miss Sunshine,” my make-em-laugh pick for your end of summer viewing pleasure. It’s “good,” in both funny-ha-ha and funny-weird ways.

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August 22, 2006 by Susan Hansell.

Guess what I found out from my oil internet today? Drew Barrymore and I share the same love for cleaning. She scrubs the bathroom too! Wow. I feel so NOR-MAL. Well, gotta go clean that oil. It’s taking over the world, as you know.

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August 21, 2006 by Susan Hansell.

I live in an oil house. Okay, technically, my house is called a “condo,” but the carpet is oil, the paint is oil, the vinyl is oil, the dog - just kidding; I don’t have a dog, but my cat just died so I can’t joke about THAT - my computer (and yours, dear reader) is oil, the desk chair is oil, the thingie under the desk chair that makes the carpet smooth down so I can roll my chair around on it is definitely oil. The washing machine washes my husband’s oil clothes and the dryer dries them to an oil dry. The faucets spout oil and the noise from the cars and the trucks and the backup beeps and the radios in the alleys and the bombs going off all over the world are definitely oil noises. So compare me, or you, to an oily CEO well, why not to Paris, to Hilton, to my next vacation, to Hawai’i, to the Rez, to a Pakistani child diamond chip cutter, to the grand grand canyon, to NYC, to Brooklyn; we’re all living on, dying on, oil, while we’re busy blaming someone else. Cheers!

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