I've been multi-tasking conflict for the past two days.
There was the Yale future homemakers article that set off a controversy that ranged over three blogs. In fact, I lost track if we were mad at the Times for always talking about the world from the perspective of a few rich people, or if we were mad at society for creating inequities or if we were mad at freeloading rich chicks who were throwing off the great revolution in order to take their kids to Gymboree or if we were mad at rigid minded, aging feminists who have made women guilty for staying at home. Ack. This topic makes people nutso. A throw away article with no meat or facts to dig our teeth into made us froth at the mouth.
Then I've been having my own private battle with the Ian's special education teacher who refuses to tell me what happens in class on a daily basis. He can't tell me if he cried or if he had fun or if got frustrated or just about anything. It didn't really seem like a big deal for the teacher to stick her head out of the door and just give me two sentences of information. But she doesn't want to, so I've been researching my options and talking to my special ed. listserv.
So, too much conflict. No stomach for it today. Run away. Run away. Find a nice safe topic....
So, how about Kate Moss snorting up her H&M money? Shocked.
Another bit of breaking news from the Post. Tyra Banks proves her breasts are real on TV. Thank God, the world finally knows the truth.
And the Pitt/Jolie/Anison thing just gets better and better.