Meet Gingerbean! Her pageant mother is entering her into one of those pageants where poor unsuspecting little girls must live out the fantasy that their mothers wished they had lived when they were younger and much more lithe. Overbearing, bossy, and just plain miserable mothers who subject their female offspring to prance around the stage to please "the man." I mean, I thought that we were past all that nonsense. What happened to Women's Rights? What would Susan B. Anthony say, or worse yet, Mrs. Banks? You know, Mary Poppins' employer...the wife of Mr. Banks, the banker? She marched around her parlour, singing, "Our daughter's daughters will adore us, and they'll sing in grateful chorus, well done...well done...well done, Sister Suffragette!" Look at poor Gingerbean up there in the Plaid Coat Competition, being made to strut her stuff in front of the judges...shameful! Mindy, you've set the Women's Movement back hundreds of years! Well done, Mommie Dearest!Oh, well...just go and vote, please. If she loses, poor Gingerbean is going to have a lunatic mother on her hands. Thank you.


























Here's a secret: I am a huge fan of The Biggest Loser. Only around here, we fondly call it, "The Biggest Fat-Ass." We can rename it that, 'cause those in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. And we certainly do not live in a glass house, believe-you-me! The show is on tonight and I'll have my jammies on, wrapped up in a blanket, 'cause I don't believe in heat. It makes my skin itch and encourages unwanted hot flashes. Am I giving you too much information? Anyway, I find the people on this show to be remarkably inspiring, as I sit with a bowl of popcorn on my lap. I almost want to get up and work-out on the treadmill, but I don't know, I never seem to make it past the kitchen and my second bowl of popcorn!