The Republican National Committee has elected Michael Steele as their chairman. Mr. Steele is the committee's first black holder of this post.

Now, it's always great when anyone gets any sort of promotion -- black, Asian, white, whatever ...

But I wonder if this is the Republicans' attempt to draw future black and visible minority votes in 2012 or even 2016? He loses his post exactly 2 years from now, making any attempt at reviving the GOP as a visible minority-friendly party meaningless.

I mean, why, for the first time since the RNC's inception in 1856 did they decide to go with a black man today when there were a list of well qualified black people on the ready to hold this post in the past?

Claude Allen - active Republican since 1995 (public), as a young man (personal)
Former Assistant to the POTUS Domestic Policy under George W Bush, awarded Juris Doctor from Duke University's School of Law, has Republican policy positions (abstinence, pro-life, anti-gay/women/union/socialism)

John Blackwell - active Republican since 1979 (public)
Served as Mayor of Cincinnati 1979-1980, served as Ohio Secretary of State 1999-2007, policy views include right to life (concerning abortion to life support) and prohibiting same sex marriage and civil unions

Keith Butler - active Republican since 1982
Current member of the RNC, has been a political activist for every Republican President since Reagan

I personally believe that he is a qualified person to lead the RNC and deserves such a position but I also can't help feeling that his election was thoroughly thought out due to the Obama effect.

Oh my, look at how Dakota Fanning has grown up. Absolutely beautiful. This outfit she wore to the "Push" premiere is age appropriate (unlike most of her contemporaries choices in red carpet attire) and tasteful (ditto).

I love this girl, really. With all the young teenage starlets out there who are useless, talentless and Lolita-like, they are making Dakota look better than she already is. I really have high hopes for her. She is a terrific actress and her skills are only going to get better. I do believe that she's going to make it out of this whole child star phase and become a talented and beautiful actress. I also hope that once she turns 18 and is out of her parents' control she doesn't traipse off to Hollywood to get a taste of what it's like to be a part of the Young Hollywood set. Oh Dakota Fanning, don't let me down ... you're already so much better than half the actresses out there 2-3 times your age.

Dear Soccer Mom,

Hi! You might've seen me commuting at the same time as you. I like to walk. It's good exercise, environmentally friendly, and really very fun. I work downtown, just like you! Full time, just like you! I'm tired at the end of the day, just like you! Actually, you might think I look familiar. I probably look like your daughter, or your favorite niece.

But I only look familiar if you see me. Dear soccer mom in the SUV, please hang the fuck up and drive. Yes, that was a stop sign. Yes, I had the right of way. Yes, you almost slammed into me and sent me flying into speeding traffic. Dear soccer mom, maybe you've even met my parents before, it's a small world. Would you like to explain to them why their daughter died? Was that text message to your husband so important? Are you that eager to go see your children at the end of the day? I want to go home too, alive.

I follow all the rules of the road. For real, soccer mom. I'm a pretty responsible pedestrian. And with all those bright colours on my jacket, if you were only looking at the road, you would've seen me.

So dear soccer mom, and everyone else on the road. Please pay attention. We've all had a long day. And I have a pretty short temper. Next time you hit me, I will get up (and, yes, I will get up unless you've managed to finish me off), and stuff my $300 shoe down your fucking throat.

Thanks, have a jolly commute!

Yeah, we get it - You're pregnant. BIG FUCKING DEAL. It's not like you went to school for four years and had to take some excruciating multi-day certification. It's not like you saved a Golden Retriever puppy from getting run over by a bus load of Norwegian tourists. It's not like you cured muscular degeneration. YOU SPREAD YOUR LEGS AND TOOK A MAN-MUSTARD INJECTION ... Wow. Way to go. I am amazed you made it through such a mentally and physically demanding challenge that probably lasted all of 45 seconds (either natural or lab-grown.)

And now we are supposed to fawn all over you. We are supposed to act like it's so incredibly difficult to get pregnant, and that you are now this pristine chalice of life - something that deserves to be worshiped and adored.

Feel sick in the mornings? Do your feet hurt cause they are swelling? Gotta buy new clothes because you are 12 weeks along and have already put on 19 pounds? NOT MY FUCKEN PROBLEM. Do your job like you are supposed to and shut the hell up already.

…Oh by the way - quit using your pregnancy as an excuse to stuff your gullet each and every chance you get. When you proudly stand up at the staff party and announce that "The baby wants" an entire pint of Ben & Jerry's Super Fudge Chunk, a liter of Dr. Pepper and some curly fries ... THEN TELL THE BABY TO SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Now what exactly do I have to look forward to for the next two or three years ...? A constant stream of verbal diarrhea such as "little Bobby went to the toilet and pooped all by himself - But he forgot to wipe and then sat on the floor to pull his pants up! It was so precious, but there was poop everywhere!" or “I'm sorry I'm 40 minutes late, you see, I have a four-year-old in potty training and we had an accident." or "I don't feel comfortable doing the speed limit, my baby is only two months old - You can go around." FUCK YOU.

Two years after that and now I'm stuck behind you at the concession stand - And guess what? You feel it's important to empower your child. It doesn't matter that there are nine people behind you, you want little Bobby to make his own choice when it comes to artificially flavored processed movie snacks. By God, Bobby is special. He must be what all the Nike commercials say. There is only one Bobby and he is different from every other person on this earth. He is special by God, and he will be raised knowing he is special. And now, little Bobby has been standing there with his little index finger in his little nose, staring at all the choices for the last FULL minute. But you aren't the type of parent to acknowledge the fact that many people are waiting for little Bobby to make up his little mind. You don't say something like "Hurry and choose something or I will choose for you" or even better, “Other people are waiting, make up your mind” - not you. Instead, you turn to the sea of humanity that has formed a marginally cohesive line behind you and look at them with an 'I'm sure you all understand' look. FUCK YOU. You are the same people that just can't put their cell phone conversation on hold for 20 seconds while you order your venti no-whip-half-caff almond latte and spinach croissant - instead you make eye contact with the waiter and raise that index finger. The index finger which happens to be the international signal for 'I am a socially retarded fuckhead.'

One time I saw an interview with Hootie (of the Blowfish), with his wife. It was a lovely 'What does Hootie and his wife do when he's at home and not packing fans into concerts at 20 or 30% of capacity' piece on some lame ass afternoon news biopic show. Anyway, Hootie’s wife starts talking about kids and how they are such a miracle and (now she is actually tearing up) she just can't understand how anyone wouldn't want to have children and HOW SHE JUST FEELS SORRY FOR THOSE PEOPLE. Oh yes honey, feel sorry for us. Obviously we are emotionally fractured because we don't share the same fervent desire to add our particular goo to this world's collective semen cesspool ...

I don't hate children. Nor do I hate parents. I hate the parents that think they are entitled because they have children ...

EDIT @ Jan 26th 0947:
I love my friends' children and my friends as parents ... mostly because you aren't the self-righteous pricks as described above.

Overheard in New York:

Chick, screaming into cell: What a bitch! I swear, it's getting harder and harder to fuck your co-worker and get away without people finding out!

-- JFK

Been listening to a lot of crappy Beatles songs (sorry, but you know most of their shit was shit except for Abbey Road and the White Album). Not sure why. Anyway, many apologies for yesterday's sad and pathetic entry. Hormones, lady problems ... you know, the norm. I miraculously shrunk from a size 4 to 0 in less than 24 hours. Hmm, I guess bulimia and sea level altitudes are a skinny girl's best friend.

Has anyone ever actually tested out a Bounty paper towel? They claim some pretty outrageous things and I think they do it because we, the consuming public, are too disconcerted to rinse, wring, and re use a paper towel. Or perhaps we're not fastidious enough to have standards for our paper towels to care.

I feel like a disgusting piece of crap. I haven't felt so fat and unattractive in ... ever. I've gotten to the point where I refuse to step on a scale. What a terrible feeling. I think I feel worse than I should since I've always been a skinny bitch. A skinny bitch who somehow put on more than 20 lbs in the last year. Miraculously, I managed to keep the weight down enough so I can hide it with the right clothes but I'm getting sick of feeling that ring of fat around my midsection whenever I sit down. No matter now much I suppress my hunger, I still feel fat (hey, at least I can recognize a slight eating disorder). No matter how much I run, it doesn't go away. I hear there's a cosmetic surgery clinic that doesn't ask questions when you go for lipo. I actually feel like crying right now.

I hate this time of the fucken month.

Altitude sickness is terrible. Been throwing up, dizzy and feeling numb. My feet don't fit into oh so cute pumps because they have swelled about 1 and a half sizes up. I think this is the closest I am ever going to feel to being pregnant. And my elevation isn't that high up (I'm only 800 m up). I'm so lame.

Watched me some Regis and Kelly today. I was kind of dozing in and out of sleep (another symptom of altitude sickness) and I'm pretty sure I heard Regis talking about some chick who pissed (typo, but it stays) a kidney stone half a foot big. HALF A FOOT. 15 centimetres. Remember the little plastic ruler that came with your math set back in the day? Yeah, that big.

Thanks to YouTube, I managed to watch the good parts of Obama's inauguration (no sense in wasting my time watching the boring parts -- like Joe Biden). When he left for the drive down to the White House, I couldn't help but notice that the Secret Service jogged beside the motorcade in suits. I know that this is how they have been rolling for the last while but couldn't the US government outfit them in more appropriate attire? I mean I understand that these people should look as if they belong in the President's inner circle but wouldn't it be much more comfortable if they were decked out in some badass athletic gear if they are required to do some jogging?

I would also like to point out that Young Jeezy performed at one of his inauguration balls. Obama is so hood.

Just watched Jon & Kate Plus Eight's new episode. I will admit that I am borderline obsessed with this family and have been following them since news broke out 5 years ago that they were expecting sextuplets.

They showed the previews for next week's episode when they move into their new house. After some nifty investigation techniques (Google), I've come to the conclusion that in order to have the house of your dreams you must birth an entire little league team to do so. I'm calling my local fertility clinic in the morning.

I've come to the conclusion that I have some form of insomnia. I haven't been able to have a proper night's sleep in over 5 years. I went to my doctor over a year ago to subtly hint at getting a prescription for a sleeping aid; but I suppose making comments about your lack of sleep doesn't make much impact when your doctor is elbow deep in your pap smear.