Honey Badger is a Card Carrying Friend of Dorothy

Too funny not to share.

"Honey badger don't care. Honey badger don't give a shit. The honey badger's really pretty badass."

Semi-NSFW. Put your headphones on and laugh your head off. You can thank me later.



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When Cougars Attack: Land Rover Edition

Cougar: large American feline resembling a lion. (Princeton WordNet)

Cougar: An older woman who frequents clubs in order to score with a much younger man. (UrbanDictionary.com)

We're driving home from the dog park, and there's a Range Rover in front of us:

Range Rover spotted with break light guards to protect against
the spreading suburban cougar and grandcougar population.

John: What good are light guards when you're driving around La Jolla?

Me: They're protection in case a cougar attacks.



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Girl's Gen X Card Revoked For Not Knowing Rush

Photo credit: Music Banter.

Okay, not quite revoked...but close. Last night we saw the 80s cover band Tainted Love at the Belly Up in Solana Beach.

About 3/4 of the way into their set, the band began playing a song that sounded vaguely familiar, but damned if I knew who it was. So I turned to ask John, who knows everything there is to know about music, what song it is. (Seriously...you can play one bar of music and my husband will know the song, band, and pretty much everything else about it.) He tells me it's a Rush song.

So I turn to Facebook and Twitter and post:

"The 80s cover band at Belly Up is doing a song by a band called Rush. I have no idea who that is; husband loves it. What a difference 3 years makes."

My point was that when it comes to musical genres, a few as a couple of years can make a difference around whether you know a band. (Kind of like how a few blocks in South Philly is the difference between being at the Linc or on 7th Street South avoiding crack vials and drive-bys.) John was born in 1972, I graced this world in the summer of 1975, came out screaming and haven't kept quiet since.

Judging from the instant backlash, you would've thought I announced I'd never heard of Oprah. (Which, were that the case, T would've fired me from my columnist status at TeaWithLemon.) One Tweeter said:

Here's how the Facebook conversation played out:

My response:

Hahahahaha! This is awesome to wake up to such a spirited debate. So allow me to clarify. I'm "aware" who Rush is, as in if someone said, "Have you heard of Rush?" I'd say yes, because I've heard of them, recognize their logo, etc. My dad raised me on classic rock and oldies.

After seeing your heated, spiteful, condescending, and dramatic responses ;) I googled Rush and found a site that listed the Top 9 Rush songs of all time. After listening to all 9, I'll admit I recognized Tom Sawyer, Spirit of Radio, and Limelight.

But that's different from "knowing" them. If you played a song, I'll be honest, I wouldn't go, "Oh, that's Rush!" In fact, if I was pressed I would've guessed the songs were by Led Zeppelin or ELP. So yes, I've heard of Rush.

And ps - John is a musical expert, Doug, so you're right, he does know the deal. ;) You can play any snippet and ask him who it is and he knows them/the song/the year.

Apparently, from the conversation, you can see I was about thisclose to having my Gen X card revoked for not "knowing" Rush -- over a band who's not even close to being Gen X! I'm well rounded...I know the Who, Lynyrd Skynyrd, the Moody Blues, et al (thanks, Dad! Listening to WMMR and Oldies 98 paid off).

Here's to hoping I don't have a similar "You're dead to me" conversation with my kids when they inevitably cock their head like a confused puppy dog and ask, "Who the heck are Dave Matthews Band?"

Perish the thought. I might have to disown them.

What Do You Love To Do?

It's a simple enough question.

So often when we meet someone, we ask, "What do you do?" and we end up in a conversation about work and jobs. Last fall I directed TEDxSanDiego where it was posed to the attendees: "If you ask someone what they love to do, as opposed to what they do...I guarantee you'll get a vastly different answer."

That caught my ear, and I began asking that question when I met new folks. They were right -- what a different conversation! The funniest part, I've found, is people tend to go right into, "I work at ACME Corp" or whatever place they slough to get a paycheck from every day. I gently stop them and say, "No, what do you love to do." Every time, their face lights up and the conversation goes from monotonous to lively.

Today I decided to go wider than just 1-on-1 conversations. I threw the question out to Twitter and Facebook. Within a few minutes I already had these replies:

So I ask you: what do you love to do?

Post your answer below. Can't wait to see what you love to do!

Lionel Richie is #Winning

Amid all the hoopla surrounding Charlie Sheen's wackiness--what with the drugs, the winning, the women and, most importantly, the tiger's blood--one troubling story has fallen through the cracks: Lionel Richie has gone missing.