There are only two food-related tv shows that I watch on anything that might possibly be considered a regular basis. Those shows are, in no particular order, the Food Network’s “Charm City Cakes” and Bravo’s “Top Chef” (okay, so that would be alphabetical, actually).
I missed Top Chef’s second-to-last episode because of the Blogger Happy Hour Wednesday night. Actually, I got home in time to see a few minutes of the judge’s table while they debated who to let go. I dragged myself into bed before watching who got kicked off, but got caught up the next morning at work (if you haven’t seen the episode yet, I’d stop reading now) Sam and Elia, kicked off. I gotta say I’m surprised - I really thought Sam would’ve gone on to the final round. I’ll make sure to tune in Wednesday night — staying up late before my second day of classes! — to (with God’s good graces) watch Marcell get his vampireishly ass bitch smacked here, there, and everywhere.
I watch Charm City Cakes for a multiude of reasons, one of which might or might not be looking for Dizzy Issie’s or references to that great bar. Last night I learned how to use my sports car to cook a potato and beans. Now, should my oven ever fail, I won’t starve (I assume that my vehicle will heat a potato and can of beans as effectively as Duff’s cargo van). I mean, it isn’t like I watch Charm City Cakes because I want to make a giant cake replica of my giant Lego Hogwarts replica. (God, what a great TV show it is, though).
Six chicas in trouble for writing lists threatening to kill not only their classmates but also Tom Cruise, Oprah, and the Energizer Bunny. Maybe it’s just me, but I have to think they weren’t being entirely serious.
Note To Aspiring Criminals: while baggy pants may indeed be fashionable — if you think everyone else likes looking at your skid-marked undies, that is — you should know that the serious members of your chosen profession wear belts.
Here’s the scenario: a teacher is accused of having sex with a 16-year-old student in the teacher’s car and at the student’s summer workplace over the summer of 2005.
Here’s the sentence: the teacher is given a one-year delayed sentence, which means that if the teacher remains out of trouble with the law for one year, the teacher will only have to serve probation.
Fair? Unfair?
In this case, the teacher is Kristin Margrif. I like - and agree with - the opening sentence in the WorldNetDaily’s article: “A Michigan woman is following in the path of other female teachers who rape their students and receive no jail time.”
Can you imagine if Kristin Margrif had been Christopher Margrif? I’d bet Christopher would be spending some time bending over a prison cot while some big muscle-bound convict enjoyed carnal knowledge. The sentencing of Kristin Margrif reminds me of a line Debra Lafave’s lawyer said regarding his own client: “To place Debbie into a Florida state women’s penitentiary, to place an attractive young woman in that kind of hell hole, is like putting a piece of raw meat in with the lions.”
And indeed, “Debbie” wound up doing no jail time at all — probation and house arrest. I’m reminded of the line: “Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the crime.” Besides, “Debbie” looks like she might enjoy some forced woman-on-woman action.
Yes, it’s nice and fun to joke, “Where were these teachers when I was in school?” but if women can commit statatory rape and sexual offenses that would get men long prison terms, then the whole aspect of sentencing needs to be reevaluated and reexamined. I think everyone agrees the answer isn’t to eliminate jail time for male offenders — rather, it is to determine sentencing based on offense, as opposed to gender.
Have sex with a student? Go to jail. End o’ story.
A few days ago, I posted a photo of the nineteen books I bought for next semester’s courses and asked hot women to guess how much I spent. A lot of people guessed, and a lot of people were waaaaay off. In the end, the two closest guessers were JuJu with “$235-ish”, and S*, with the very specific $248.65.
And the winner is …
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