Judge not,

unless you've never cheated on your cancer-stricken wife, like some people:

Edwards admits to affair he denied as candidate, by Pete Yost, AP via Yahoo! News.

This just in: Elizabeth Edwards standing by husband after affair, by Pete Yost, AP via Yahoo! News.

I have lots of thoughts about this situation. The first thought relates to women like Elizabeth Edwards and Michelle Obama (no, there is not a similar scandal a-brewing for Barack). How do these women do it? How do these women look at their multiple degrees and their own high potential for success, then decide, "I am going to dedicate my life to supporting my husband's dream of becoming the President of the United States"? Because that is what they did. These two women each got their law degree from the same school as their respective husbands did. Yet their husbands were the ones who decided to take the spotlight as US Senators and presidential candidates. Their husbands also decided to keep their last names.

My second thought is regarding any of you readers who are thinking to yourself, "Bianca would be a great first lady. I should marry her before I run for President." Before you call the caterers, ruminate on this: If my spouse cheated on me while I had cancer, I would not then "stand by" my spouse, in theory or in reality. I would not continue to support my spouse's campaign. I would tell my spouse to find another place to live. They could find their clothes to the left, if not out on the street. And if my spouse ever thought about running for any national office again, I would never let the mainstream news media outlets ever forget that my spouse cheated on me while I had cancer.

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Miranda was a racist, and Steve was an adulterer.

My review of Sex and the City: The Movie: Hated it.

I also hated the trailers that preceded it. They looked like they were sponsored by A Whiter America, or some such supremacist group who is in deep denial about the changing demographics of the U. S. Almost every person starring in every vaguely Sex and the City-related movie was some combination of young, thin, American, white, and blatantly hetero. Except for Australia's Hugh Jackman and Nicole Kidman, and an aboriginal child of indistinguishable gender who is somehow educated and saved by the aforementioned couple. As if Hugh Jackman and Nicole Kidman are the right people to teach this child the history of Australia. I'm pretty sure the colonization--i.e., the rape, pillaging, and destruction of the native peoples--will be left out.

I did like spending time with my friends before and after the movie. However, I am so tired and angry at the studios who continue to perpetuate the myth that people like me, like us, don't exist. Listen up, oppressive media conglomerates: We "ethnic" people are here, some of us are queer, get used to it.

Also, if I don't take back the loser that 1) cheated on me and could have infected me with HIV or some other STD, 2) told that he didn't think that I was the one, or 3) spent the past 10 years screwing me over and tipped the iceberg by leaving me at the altar . . . don't you dare imply that I am an unforgiving witch for not welcoming said loser back in my life with open arms. That was some lazy, insulting, dangerous writing, and I sincerely resent the producers of Sex and the City: The Movie for it.

That is all.

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