So little of the outside world impinges on Itchy Ankle that I am rarely compelled to write of happenings beyond the charmed circle that is Peggoty’s fireplace, the Snug Harbor Inn, Grace’s Garage and Heavenly Ice-cream. This week however a couple of external events have broken through.
Gentle readers, I am getting ready to vote for Jennifer Grey on DWTS, not only because she is a plucky middle-aged woman who has survived a life-threatening head injury to dance again (can you wonder that I identify?), but to show those Teapartiers a thing or two. I have nothing against Bristol Palin and indeed rather admire her attempts to shift post-baby weight by getting jiggy on the ABC dancefloor. But winner of the mirrorball trophy? I think not.
I recognize that Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert by holding their Washington rally, have signaled that all of popular culture is up for politicization but really, we can’t have DWTS overrun by the Grizzly Mama Brigade. Join me and vote for Jennifer Grey here. You know it makes sense.
Then there are those who plan to protest against body scanners and pat downs at airports this Thanksgiving, claiming an infringement of civil liberties and an intrusion into personal space. Please. As a teenager raised in Northern Ireland, if it wasn’t for security checks, I’d have had no human contact to speak of. If Bristol Palin had been a Belfast girl she’d have got her kicks being frisked on the way up Donegall Avenue –there’d have been no Tripp Palin and no tripping the light fantastic. Keep your shoes on, your laptop in its case and your moisturizer in a quart container if you want to. Keep your private parts hidden from public view. But take the bus and don’t hold up the rest of us in the TSA line. Flying is a choice, not a constitutional right. And, as my father always says “sure who’d be lookin’ at you anyway”