A Monday Without This Mexican.

First off: No, I did not take yesterday off as a political statement. Lack of blogging was the result of just plain ol' laziness. [Insert your own Mexican siesta joke here.] Stupidly, FB and I tried to get Mexican food for lunch. After striking out with authentic food, we discovered even El Pollo Loco had been hit - "Drive Thru Only" said the sign on the door. We settled for Jack-In-The-Box, where it appeared either nobody was down with the cause or had been threatened by management. In any event, my story ends with me woofing down a double cheeseburger in the shade of the park by my work and apartment. I don't think they would have wanted this mug on camera in protest, anyway:

Either I would have been reported as a sympathetic outsider or attacked as a whitewashed bandwagon-jumper. Been there, done that. Not that either accusation is completely off base, mind you. And for the record, I think there's valid arguments on both sides to be heard and I don't think many people are discussing them in an open forum. If this brings that about, great. If not, it's just a day's worth of revenue down the drain. There - my political rant for the year is done. Check!

...and since we're on the subject of Jay V.2006 (aka Blonde on Blonder - I touched up and lightened some more on Sunday night), I have a question to pose: does this face look like one you would ask for directions? I've always contended that the lighter my hair gets, the more trustworthy I'm perceived as being. If I were driving (I know, I know - stay with me for the hypothetical here...), some guy walking/waiting for public transport wouldn't be the first person I would ask for directions. All three lost souls who asked for help tonight were in luck, since I do know my way around Burbank. But I almost never get these kind of requests. And the first time I went blonde, I noticed a similar spike in my apparent approachability. Since I was small, I've known that being able to "pass" was a commodity. I've always been a little jealous of those who couldn't - with their Aztec features and/or dark skin. But I'm also jealous of anyone 5'10" or above and of people with quicker metabolisms than I. Truthfully, I lack some grand social statement to make about this, but it's one more thing to make us go "Hmm..." in a time when we're grappling with issues that are slightly related.

Has anyone here read the last 'Mojo review? It's a little short, I know, but it had been a while since I screened the film, so I had to keep it concise. I'll be more thorough with future pieces - I may even get an invite to some premiere-type thingy in June. Look out, Roger Ebert!

Well, that's my brain for the evening. Get some sleep already! Tomorrow I'll regale with the story of how I spent my Saturday painting some old dude's house.

-J.

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