Gina's RantSpot

I realized today that I'm addicted to text messaging. I'm on the Sprint cell phone system, and they just recently added SMS capabilities to their phones (they're not exactly the earliest adopters of technology). It's SO convenient!! If you've never used it, you have to try it. Unless I know someone really well, I hate calling cell phones. It seems invasive. So, I send text messages when I just want to send a quick little message to someone, but don't want to completely disturb them. It's passive/aggressive communication.

The weird thing about it is that, if you're not careful, you can develop entire relationships with people on text messages alone. I have a few friends with whom I converse almost solely by text messaging, which means that we rarely use complete sentences or have the opportunity to share full ideas. Our exchanges go something like:

Hows work
OK. Busy.
Cool. Going out?
No.
K. G'night.

Because we text message each other so much, it's almost foreign to pick up the phone and actually have a voice to voice conversation with them. I called one of these friends today to say hello, and hung up when their voicemail picked up. As thought I'd somehow forgotten to leave a voicemail.

I know . . . I'm a strange girl.

Okay, so I just watched Oprah, and before I leave for the day, I have to share a few comments.

The topic today was living on the Down Low, and what that refers to, for those of you who aren't aware of this horrible little issue, is a subculture of African American men who maintain relationships with wives and girlfriends, but also sneak off and sleep with other men.

These men don't think they're gay, or even bisexual. They don't want to be considered gay. They reject what they refer to as the trappings of gay life, even though they behave like gay men behind closed doors. And even more importantly, they pretend not to be gay, or aren't forthcoming about their DL activities with the women in their lives -- even thought they're having unprotected sex with men. There has been a significant increase in HIV infection among women because of this.

These shows make me want to pack it all in and become a nun -- well, maybe not a nun because that requires that I become religious. Or perhaps I can practice celibacy -- which sounds boring even as I type it. I should just vow to be extremely careful.

But seriously, it's just one more thing to worry about. I thought it was horrible when men cheated on me with women, I can't imagine walking in and catching a boyfriend with a man. I don't think I'd ever recover.

I would just appreciate that any man who pursues me isn't secretly gay, bi, or a dabbler in the DL lifestyle. Then again, wouldn't we all?

To those of you who shared my love for The Apprentice, it's over and Bill Rancic (of CHICAGO) won. He was my prediction, and I know that most of my friends were betting on Kwame. All I can say is that I should have put money on it, 'cause I would have won big!

But, can we discuss Omarosa for a second? First of all, WHY did Kwame picked her SO EARLY to be on his final team??? WHAT was he thinking? Omarosa is comparable to that person in gym class that nobody wants. She should have been forced on someone, not chosen SECOND!!

I have to admit that, when she got caught with her first lie of the mission (the one where she told Kwame that she hadn't talked to Diane, when she actually had talked to her), I was thinking -- hoping -- that Trump added a twist to deliberately sabotage both Kwame and Bill to see how they recovered. In my naivete, I thought that, surely, she wouldn't tell such a blatant lie when she knew she was being taped. Au contraire. And when Kwame was trying to reach her, what was she doing? Yukking it up with Jessica Simpson, who didn't seem one bit impressed by her.

And some will say that Omarosa undermined Kwame's win, and I'm convinced that she was his big problem spot, but I'm convinced that, had he not been so passive, he could have controlled her much better, instead of giving her more opportunities to screw up. I agree with Trump 100% on that point.

Okay, I admit to having seen the Paris Hilton video -- and I'm not talking about "The Simple Life." It was actually very unexciting, and I can't imagine that America could have been turned on by watching a 90 lb. 19-year-old having sex with a man who was, by my estimation, as high as a kite. Seriously . . . he HAD to be high. He was jittery, and saying really stupid things.

I was a little sad after I watched it (relax -- no tears were flowing!) because it was obvious that she was inexperienced, uncomfortable, and, by some of the things she was saying (during those brief moments of dialogue), it was evident that she wanted a more caring lover. She wasn't out to make a "Buckwild Heiress Bares All" video, but I think she wanted approval from the (significantly) older guy that she was having sex with.

There was one really funny part, and of course I must share it. While Paris was performing fellatio, I guess she made an error (or slip of the tongue, as it were), and all of a sudden, you hear Rick, her recipient, yell "Ow, bitch!" She apparently took this as a term of endearment and happily kept doing whatever it was she was doing. I'm still laughing.

Because I'm not religious, I don't really celebrate holidays like Easter. I find that, even if you're not religious, Easter seems to be one of those days that most people try to get to a church and worship.

So, my mother was driving me nuts all day "Are you having dinner with us?" "Did you call your aunts and wish them a happy Easter?" Maybe someone can give me a little bit of understanding around this . . . unless they're under the age of 12 and excited about egg hunts and candy, why would I call someone and wish them a Happy-resurrection-of-Christ day? It's never made sense to me. What could make that day happier, or unhappier? Or maybe what they're celebrating is making it through Lent, where they were deprived of caffeine, chocolate, or something else that they were overindulging in. But then, they wouldn't really be celebrating the true meaning of Easter, would they?

I'll go so far as to say that to wish someone a Happy Easter makes about as much sense as wishing them a Happy President's Day.

Hmm . . .