Damned Yankees

As I write this, the entitled, elitist New York Yankees have just had their entitled, elitist New York asses handed to them by a baseball team in Houston, Texas. And I think I’m a little sad about it. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be happy—we are talking about the ‘Evil Empire’ here, losing to a ragtag group of boys from . . . Houston?

The Astros play in Minute Maid Park, a name that conjures images of sunshine, and mom. The Yankees play in Yankee Stadium, a name that conjures images of lions, and Yankees. A cute train goes around Minute Maid Park; Yankee Stadium is in the Bronx. The Bronx doesn’t do cute. Continue reading



(note–this rant previously was posted on Facebook, but it bears repeating. Besides, I don’t write new material all that often, so…)

Look, I believe I am more progressive than most people, and I’m not above virtue signaling, even when nobody might notice (side note – – when did it become a bad thing to ‘signal’ that you have virtue?).

Hell, I even changed the voice on my Google home assistant to one of the male options, because I didn’t like the idea of telling a ‘woman’ what song to play.
Someone posted a picture of Olivia Newton-John (WHOM I ADORED) on my feed, and some random dude felt they needed to comment that “as far as I’m concerned, she represented a major turn away from feminism.”

First of all, stop it. Secondly, stop it. Olivia made a lot of people happy in a world where not a lot of people are…happy. Let her rest in peace, and maybe fight battles that matter.