Category: Climate Change

I’ve watched the U.N. General Assembly, so you don’t have to

The 72nd Session of the United Nations General Assembly (UNGA) in NYC just ended. There was something for everyone:

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This guy’s hat. So awesome.

Environmentalists.
Feminists.
Humanitarians.
Nationalists.
Pacifists.
Intellectuals.
Justin Trudeau fan-girls.
Witches.
Fashionistas. (See President Buhari of Nigeria, left.)

Yesterday at 3:30 in the morning, there was even a “UN Experts Workshop on Witchcraft and Human Rights.” By candlelight, I assume.

But the UNGA kicked off last Tuesday. First, U.N. Secretary-General Antonio Guterres delivered a lovely opening speech (in three different languages, no less), addressing seven global challenges. Ready?

Nuclear peril; terrorism; humanitarian no-no’s; climate change; rising inequality; something he called “the dark side of innovation” (like botching other countries’ presidential elections?); and the refugee crisis.

If Guterres was trying to get Trump’s attention when he said the following about climate change . . . Read More…

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The State of the World (and my parents)

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Read on to find how this can of Comet ties in with all of the above . . .

There’s been a lot going on.

Hurricanes.
Eclipses.
White supremacists.
Nuclear threats.
And more news on my dad.

The most recent of the above happenings are the massive amounts of water that hit Texas and Louisiana — apparently it’s the biggest national disaster in American history. (Which I understand was not caused by climate change, but was made a lot worse by it; more on that later.) And which is why I’m writing this from LAX — my flight back to NYC was supposed to go through Houston. D’oh!

But at least I got to spend another day with my parents. Because the news on my Dad is that his bladder cancer metastasized into his lung. (I know.) So I was here in California hanging out with my parents (and my adorbs nephew) before my Dad starts chemo, doing what we do best: eating and drinking. (And those of you who pooh-pooh California wine have definitely not tasted what my Dad pours.) Read More…

Ladyhood, version 2017

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Melania as a Handmaid, by my bro

Well, as usual, I’ve got a lot of territory to cover with this one.

President Misogyny was at it again last week. I also want to explain why I was so annoyed with the new Wonder Woman movie. Plus I binge-watched The Handmaid’s Tale like nobody’s business. And along the way, you’ll find out what all this has to do with TrumpCare, our Wall Street billionaire Treasury Secretary, and early-adopter threesomes.

Actually, I’m not sure if Trump’s tweet was misogynistic, or just immature, inappropriate, and plain ol’ loco:

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I’m not the only one who notices that he continually accuses others of his own flaws and misdeeds, right? Except for the face lift.

Which, according to Mika & Joe, was just a little nip and tuck under the chin. And of course she had a little work done! She’s a 50-year-old woman who’s on television every morning. Do you think she’d be allowed in that chair if her face wasn’t frozen in time? Read More…

I need lithium for my political mood swings

I’m really eff’ing cranky right now.

Every six months I go see my psychiatrist, who asks me if I want more antidepressants, and every six months I tell her no. When I was there a few weeks ago, my answer was the same. I don’t believe my bad mood is a biological issue, but rather circumstantial. Not that I’m denying being one of those cursed artistic personalities, with a brain as sensitive as it is curious, acting like a seismograph strapped onto the head of a woodpecker. No, that’s not right. A sea sponge covered with taste buds? No . . .

“Lemme just get more exercise,” I tell her, winding down our appointment. She asks me if there’s anything else.

kleenex-boxAlmost as an afterthought I say, “It’s been really hard since the election.” And then out of nowhere, tears well up in my eyes. I struggle to elaborate, but she remains quiet. “Wow, I didn’t expect this,” I say, reaching for a Kleenex.

“You’re not alone,” she tells me. “Everyone’s affected. All of my patients. I’m affected, too.”

Not that she’s suggesting lithium. That would imply that I get the manic highs of bipolar people. Instead it’s just a rotten mood interjected with the occasional sigh of relief when one of Trump’s stupid bills or Executive Orders is shot down. It looks a little like this:

  • Trump announces his Muslim Travel Ban. It’s discriminatory, and doesn’t address the problem. In fact, it will probably make terrorism worse. Sh*t. This is our new President.

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