Courtney Love's doll parts are, once again, on display (yes, again)

Browsing my AOL news feed yesterday, I saw that Courtney Love was up to her typical "pay attention to me" highjinx that usually precedes a stint in rehab for undisclosed substance abuse (ahem...heroin) or a botched cosmetic surgery. While onstage in Brazil, Mrs. Cobain took the opportunity to curse out audience members for holding up pictures of her deceased husband/legend, call the Foo Fighters "gay," take off her shirt, and parade around like carnivale.

Because I am still (although, barely) in my 30s, I'm trying to understand what 47-year-old woman thinks that anyone wants to see her boobs (see, perhaps: heroin), especially under unflattering strobe lighting and without the benefit of some serious underwire. But let's face it, Courtney's doll parts have already been on display in various movies, pictorials, fashion ads, and concerts over the last two decades.

Of course, the reality is that no one at the show (or on youtube) saw anything they hadn't seen before, and probably better, back in Courtney's trashed babydoll mid-90s heyday, which is probably when her last bit of musical relevance expired.

But it got me thinking. Last week, I overheard Joan Jett's awesome ode to loving her body: "Do You Wanna Touch?" Honestly, this song sounds as wonderful today as it did 25 (!!) years ago. And it got me thinking about how Joan owned her sexuality not by playing concerts that disintegrated into tacky peep shows and leveling insults about the sexuality of other, more successful musicians in the industry, but by strumming her guitar, giving the rock boys' club the extended middle finger, and putting on an awesome show in tight black leather.


Oh, to wonder what Kurt Cobain thinks of his shambles of a soulmate, who apparently has nothing to do now but strive to be the exhibitionist face of Girls Gone Wild, Post-Menopause edition. Where is Joe Francis when you need him?

Two parents, two kids, two dogs, too tired

Inspired by my literate coworker, Karen, I've decided to get back to blogging. It has been so long since I blogged that I completely forgot my password and had to have everything reset. But considering that I forget my Yahoo/Snapfish/Beneficial Saving Bank/PayPal/etc username and/or password at least once every six months, I guess the amnesia was bound to happen after a two-year absence.

Life has changed a lot since I last blogged in 2009. Facebook came along, which basically rendered blogging unnecessary for me -- although the character limits placed on status updates often yielded seriously truncated musings on important topics like, "Counting down to Duran Duran concert," "I just saved $62 thanks to coupons!," and "Pumpkin spice lattes are so yummy!"




We are now a family of four, thanks to the adoption of our son, Ayden. This has also rendered my screenname ("mommy2jake") sort of inaccurate, since I am now a mommy to two. For those who think it's funny to ask if we'll be trying for a girl, I bluntly offer, "No. We are done. Two parents, two kids, two dogs, too tired."

Our sons, who are now 7 and 5, are doing things like math, reading, and practicing death-defying (and mommy stress-inducing) wrestling moves in the hopes of being picked up by Vince McMahon for some sort of Jr. WWE circuit. They also alternate between telling us they love us and wishing that they lived in other houses. I guess this is the circle of life that Mufasa missed out on with young Simba. God bless Scar!

There is so much to write, but so little time, since I'm actually doing this on the work clock. Anyway, glad to be back in the digital world. Hope to interface with you all soon!