The previous issue of National Review put forth a list of the top 25 conservative movies; the number one pick was a 2006 German film called “The Lives of Others.” I was at the rental store on Saturday, happened to look over and see it there on the shelf. Happy coincidence, no? I nabbed it.

Our House majority leader, Nancy Pelosi, met with Pope Benedict yesterday morning. We’re getting different accounts of just how the small, closed to the public and press, fifteen minute meeting went. (Why did I almost type “went down"?)

President Obama’s stimulus package has been dominating the news lately. It is being met by waning support. In the Senate, all but three Republicans voted against it, and it received a unanimous rejection by House Republicans (and 11 Democrats). According to a Rasmussen poll, 62% of Americans think it should include more tax cuts and less spending. But the thing that has my blood reaching a boiling point is the health provisions that have been unobtrusively slipped into it. No one is paying any attention to them, but we should be. This stimulus has gone past being bad for the economy; it’s hazardous to one’s health.

The provisions in the stimulus bill are nearly exact replicas of what Tom Daschle described in his book, “Critical: What We Can Do About the Health Care Crisis.”

A recent news item that isn’t giving me the warm fuzzies: Iran has apparently launched an ICBM into outer space, making the possibility of nuclear attack on the US an even more plausible prospect. This news, combined with President Obama’s softening on anti-terror measures–including the closing of Gitmo, meeting with Iran’s Ahmadinejad without preconditions, and reverting to the army field guide for interrogation techniques—makes me quite nervous.

I’ve been seeing this ad around lately, and my reaction to it has been one of adolescent hilarity tinged with an undertone of ambivalent awe. It’s aimed at men–particularly older men, and it’s called Cenegenics. It makes many claims: Decreased risk of age-related disease, improved muscle tone, decreased body fat, increased energy, increased sex drive, sharper thinking, etc… Now, I’m not necessarily doubting it, but I do have a healthy skepticism regarding any of these supposedly miraculous products. If it looks too good to be true, it probably is.

The reason I get the urge to giggle and point is due to one thing. Look at the ad. It pictures its developer, 67 year old Dr. Jeffry S. Life. Yes, Dr. LIFE. I’m thinking that the Cenegenics people left off another key result of the program: You might end up looking like a buff Santa Claus. You might end up with the head of a crotchety 67 year old and the body of an Adonis. People might point and stare, and find themselves torn between admiration for your fine form and trepidation at the dissonance between form and mug. It’s kind of weird. It’s like looking at a science experiment gone horribly wrong.

This has been my reaction to seeing the ads. My conflict of emotion is exacerbated by the fact that the good Dr. Life bears a strong resemblance to a man in town, and every time I see this man at church, the childish small voice that can’t pay attention during mass is busy wondering what Mr. X looks like with his shirt off. No! Not in a sexual way, people! It’s just that the resemblance is there to such a degree, that my subconscious deliberates.

I know we live in an age nearly completely engrossed in the young and the beautiful and the fit. It is amazing to see people who are in their golden days running marathons, lifting weights, and staying healthy. And my post today has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that actress Helen Mirren, at 60, rocks a bikini better than do I. Really, I’m not jealous at all. REALLY!



But everything in moderation, right? Call me old-fashioned, but I kind of like the idea of my grandfather being grandfatherly. And as I near the end of my twenties, I realize that with each passing year, it takes a lot more work to look good (or even passable) in jeans.

I guess what I’m trying to say in my usual, long-winded, convoluted way is that no matter what, this Dr. Life spends at least four hours of his day in a gym, and Helen Mirren (besides being blessed with good genetics) also has to dedicate a healthy portion of her time to an elliptical. I do hope that I can stay fit and healthy into my senior years, but I also hope that the desire to look a certain way doesn’t interfere with the things that matter. I hope that I’ll be too happy and fulfilled and busy with my family and friends to devote large quantities of time preparing for my close-up. A mid-life crisis at 67 seems disordered…

I showed the ad to my husband and he said that he, too, could look like that: “Just give me a few minutes with Photoshop.” Ha, ha. Yes. But the ad says right there that the photo is not “digitally enhanced.” So apparently, we’re not the only ones.

I snapped this picture the other day to preserve the contents of my daughter’s purse for posterity. I’ll probably put it into her baby book.

The differences between my firstborn (a boy), and my daughter are quite clear. It’s been pink from the start for my daughter, whereas my son was immediately drawn to trains and tractors.

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Or, how about, “Pelosi’s Final Solution"?

House Speaker Nancy Pelosi’s recent statement defending her move to include hundreds of millions of our tax dollars in the economic stimulus plan is generating quite the stir, and well it should be. In an interview with ABC’s George Stephanopoulos, Pelosi stood by her decision to allocate this money toward contraception and the abortion industry. How this is supposed to stimulate the economy and create jobs is anyone’s guess, but that’s for another post…

As I go about my work, this keeps coming back to me, and I find it particularly disturbing. Here’s how the interview with Pelosi went with George Stephanopoulos: