Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow. Here in New York, it finally feels like winter.
And that means...
Mother nature has made her intentions for this day very clear, and isint she beautiful?! The Swap-O-Rama-Rama is postponed.
There will be an announcement in the next few days that will provide a new date for SWAP-O-RAMA-RAMA. It will likely be in the next 10 days. So hang on to those clothes and all your creative energy, we'll get this show back on the road shortly and look forward to seeing you soon.
Now, since a portion of people will be around today, or even if you see this for the first time this week, if you want to read something both sad and scary about the state of affairs in this here United States...click here.
This past November at a high shool in Fultom, MO: Apparently, a small town was offended by a high-school-watered-down-version of the musical Grease. The drama teacher responsible for producing the show made sure to take out references of drug use, and other possible "offensive content" and told people that this material was not suitable for young children, even though I say, it's Grease..for goddess sake, an American musical, and everyone should be able to watch it.
I mean c'mon, how much did Grease make you yearn to be in high school, and then, as a product of the late 80s and early 90s, or as a product of high school anytime after Grease came out, how much did it suck when you realized that nobody in your class had matching leather jackets and cool cliques? (even though I hate cliques, I don't like how they make certain people unacceptable or feel less than, partially because they made me feel bad about myself because I was never really accepted into one. Actually there were four of us who hung out, Monica, Pam, Sara and me, and we spent a lot of time together. But we were never really a clique, and everything changed in college....)
Censorship is happening all over the place, over little things that should not be that big of a deal. I'm afraid it's not going to get better. Not anytime soon. How's that for optimism?
And..speaking of happy. I'm mentioned in Regina Lynn's Sex Drive piece on Wired.