Although my hair color comes to me via the hair salon, I can't deny the fact that I am a "blonde." I told you this to warn you that my attention span is short, as is my allotted column space, and I'm about to skim over a variety of subjects.
The Michael Jackson trial is old news, but the fact that it was an acquittal means I can't let it fade away. I understand the legal glitches, like "beyond a reasonable doubt" for that "particular boy." I am guilty also, like juror #10, of following the defense's trick of blaming the boy's mother.
However, my blonde mind doesn't ask "What kind of mother would allow..." but "What kind of society idolizes someone who molests children?" All persons, regardless of status, have the same abilities for responsibility.
When anyone totally screws up, they should take the blame, pay the penalty, learn from it, and do anything to prevent a repetition. It is sad that many stars and leaders choose instead to give excuses, blame others, and gain attention via a trial from which they walk away free, although not better off.
Those who ultimately pay the price for Jackson's alleged actions are the children. They have been broken. Healing will take time and work, and they will never completely heal.
Speaking of healing, (WARNING: subject change) I just read in the July 2005 issue of Prevention Magazine that duct tape is a proven wart remover. As a Southerner, I thought I knew every possible use for duct tape (which, ironically, is not recommended for sealing ducts). I am extremely curious, but thankfully I have no warts on which to test this declaration. Please let me know if you try this and it works.
To avoid appearing shallow, I dug deeper and looked on the internet for other recent duct tape marvels. Imagine my amazement to find that the Department of Natural Resources in Illinois uses duct tape to prevent Gypsy moth caterpillars from damaging trees. And Illinois isn't even a southern state!
Finally, I had the privilege of attending the tourism board meeting last week. The board discussed how to help those who come in contact with tourists encourage more folks to stay in Thomson. The common phrase was "There's nothing to do in Thomson, so go to Augusta."
I grew up in Augusta, and still live there. I found this statement very amusing, because Augustans (at least the ones I come in contact with) complain that "there's nothing to do in Augusta, we have to go to Atlanta."
I thought about this for awhile, and realized that neither statement is true - there is plenty to do in Thomson and Augusta. Some people just seem to want something else to do. I may be blonde, but at least I am aware that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.