Manny

I'm gone for a couple of weeks, and I come back to this. This??? Okay, granted, Al-Zarqawi is dead, and that's great...stuff actually happens, I guess... but Britney's "Manny" seems to be what's really important. And good for her. I feel bad for him, though. From some of the press I've read, it just seems like he's being spun as emasuclated ex-military who isn't living up to his Semper Fi potential. Wait...is Semper Fi Navy? or Marines? or Toys for Tots? This is why it took me so long to even remotely get into Star Trek. I'm so not a "regimen" kind of gal. This is what kept me out of Girl Scouts. Anyway, I hate that he's being called a "manny." I realize that term has been with us for quite some time, but the way people have latched onto it...ugh. I'm getting really sick of how clever we've become, especially when our wit is limited to cheesy portmanteaus. I even came across something where someone was mocking his pectorals, and instead of just calling them "man boobs," he called them "moobs." Yeah. "Moobs." Please, please stop. (Although, I was talking about Quentin Tarantino earlier today and accidentally said Queerantino, and I thought, Hey, what a great term for ....something queer...and violent...and jive...and... staring Uma Thurman! Right. It's gonna take awhile before I know exactly what that term can be applied to. But I'm not letting it go just yet. I have big plans! No, not really.)