Katie Schwartz

We all saw this, yes? If not, it's entirely too flawless not to pass along....

Just got this via email, Obama vs. Palin & McCunt. I'm a little confused. Let me see if I have this straight..... If you grow up in Hawaii, raised by your grandparents, you're "exotic, different."? Grow up in Alaska eating mooseburgers, a quintessential American story? If your name is Barack you're a radical, unpatriotic Muslim? Name your kids Willow, Trig and Track, you're a maverick? Graduate from Harvard law School and you are unstable? Attend 5 different small colleges before graduating, you're well grounded? If you spend 3 years as a community organizer, become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter registration drive that registers 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as a Constitutional Law professor, spend 8 years as a State Senator representing a district with over 750,000 people, become chairman of the state Senate's Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States Senate representing a s

Very interesting read from the psychological perspective. Sometimes politics has the uncanny effect of mirroring the national psyche even when nobody intended to do that. This is perfectly illustrated by the rousing effect that Gov. Sarah Palin had on the Republican convention in Minneapolis this week. On the surface, she outdoes former Vice President Dan Quayle as an unlikely choice, given her negligent parochial expertise in the complex affairs of governing. Her state of Alaska has less than 700,000 residents, which reduces the job of governor to the scale of running one-tenth of New York City. By comparison, Rudy Giuliani is a towering international figure. Palin's pluck has been admired, and her forthrightness, but her real appeal goes deeper. She is the reverse of Barack Obama, in essence his shadow, deriding his idealism and exhorting people to obey their worst impulses . In psychological terms the shadow is that part of the psyche that hides out of sight, countering our aspi

While driving through BH yesterday, my sister and I passed a movie theatre known for great indie flicks. Oh. But, not on this day, children. On this day, they were playing Beverly Hills Chihuahua . The line of two-legged and Chihuahua patrons wrapped around the corner. I have never seen dogs so gussied up for an event in my life. It was so red carpet, I almost felt bad for the dogs having to meander on cement. Some were in ball gowns, others wore skirts and midriffs. A few had themed ensembles, military and Barbie. My fave were the Juicy dogs. The shame of it. The majority of the mini-hellnines were on leashes, while others were in strollers. Strollers? I shouldn't judge, I know. Beverly Hills was a caricature of itself today, though, it was all just too much and too funny. Another very LAzee mo was when my sister was telling me about a conversation she had the other day with an acquaintance. The acquaintance mentioned that her mother's friend married an insanely wealthy man an