First of all, cheers to this newspaper for adding several female African American voices at a time of local crisis — and painful growth.
On the other hand, I’ve really had it with JB Pritzker using his mother’s alcoholism as a campaign gambit.
Where Donald Trump is concerned, I’m beginning to feel that I may be addicted to the abuse. I turn on Morning Joe every morning to hear the latest outrageous tweets. I’m learning not to pay much attention to discussions of policy or legislation because nothing will happen. Ari Melber in the afternoon is a good way to be updated on the Mueller probe.
Also vaguely related to politics, I would kill to have Nancy Pelosi’s hairdresser, plastic surgeon, skincare and makeup person. By the way, this is not a slap at Nancy Pelosi. I think she’s a fine leader and sharp as a tack. And she’s (sob) my age.
Hillary Clinton and Joe Biden need to go away. At some point they would start forgetting the names of all the countries where we deny having troops. Trump is lucky; not knowing doesn’t embarrass him at all.
Speaking of Democrats, I’m forever getting emails asking me to take a survey of some kind. At the end, it’s always a plea for money. I target my paltry political contributions. For instance, I gave only to Tammy Duckworth last year.
In bracing for our next national tragedy, can we never again hear “thoughts and prayers” from our leaders?
I live in a small apartment in Mills Park Tower now, so it’s essential to be organized and minimal. Discount coupons bedevil me, especially Bed, Bath and Beyond with its floating dates. I hardly ever use them, but they’re hard to throw away.
The Downtown Oak Park business organization must be overwhelmed with everything that’s going on. Hang in there. The new Westgate brick street is beautiful.
On the other hand, Target is disappointing — but not surprising. It feels like Walgreens, but with a slightly sleeker look.
At least the high-rise hustlers have stopped talking about high-end retail, like they did when making the Vantage deal, but it seems to me they imply it when describing new projects. I wouldn’t sob if we got a Kohl’s in the huge project on Harlem and South Boulevard, but if it has to be discount, I’d prefer a Nordstrom Rack. Fat chance. I guess we should prepare to chain ourselves to the old Marshall Field building if an Amazon outpost goes in.
Thursday Night Out needs work. The restaurants tend to treat people with coupons like second-class citizens — different line, don’t sit on restaurant property, etc. Also, when I asked why there weren’t enough tables and chairs — even for senior citizen early arrivals — I was told there was not enough funding to rent them. So my friends wind up sitting on a bench and bringing their own chairs and forming a circle and eating off our laps. Young people sit on the curbs. Not convenient. But the music is great.
There is such a thing as female porn; it’s HGTV. I love what they do to the houses until they decorate them and throw colorful crap on every surface. I do, however, love me some shiplap.
Finally, immigration. Why are we surprised that the country is so divided? We were settled by malcontents with guts who left everything to make a better life for themselves, not to make the world a better place. Their guts and intellect built a great country, but the pioneer spirit has a lot of “this is mine; I made it; don’t touch it.” And they thought slaves were less than human, a stain that won’t seem to wash out.
