I just got asked to spell "bidet." I don't want to know why.
Today I watched the digital sign on the gas station across the street flip from $3.79 to $3.95.
This is my coworkers' favorite thing to do, bitching about gas prices and how you can't afford to go anywhere anymore, even though they do go places, they just whine louder. And then you check the news and see China and Myanmar and how can we do that? How can we sit around and complain about a goddamn inconvenience when there are tens of thousands of people dying?
I hate how self-centered we are, but I guess I understand it. The scope of the tragedies overwhelm us--we can't even comprehend it. I don't even know where to start. I don't have a lot of money to contribute, and I can't exactly take a few weeks' vacation and fly over to help. It's frustrating and it's horrifying and I just don't know what to do, so I sit here and wait for the gas station sign to roll over to $4.
I almost want to expand on this and send it in to the local paper, but I sort of already submitted an anti-anti-feminist bit to counter the anti-feminist Mother's Day opinion piece, and it's going to be in there this week. In retrospect, I should probably have asked my mother before I sent it in, since the article is...kind of about her. I hope she won't mind. *frets*