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Every winter in our fair state, the subtle tang known as desperation permeates the air. Match.com and eHarmony fill with the profiles of Minnesotans scrambling to find someone with whom to warm their long winter's nap before the season's icy grip on the region's nethers prevents any chance of companionship altogether. But this season is different. That subtle tang has become an overwhelming stench wafting from the Minneapolis-Saint Paul metro area, and that desperation signals a mightily dangerous time for our cities.
Amidst talk of $15 billion bridge loans tied to car czars who will help U.S. automakers get their houses in order and finally provide us with our long-promised flying cars, there are voices crying out for succor that go unheard.
Back when we were dating, in early 2006, my husband and I used to drop $85 on dinner without giving it a thought. Thirty dollars for a bottle of wine to take home. Another 10 or 15 for sweets to eat in front of the fire. What the hell...
Well, those days are gone.
Note: An earlier version of this piece was published on mnartists.org on September 9, and is presented here by permission.
For those of you lulled into complacency by auspicious recent events such as Britney's brief flirtation with lucidity, it's important to note that, not only is the entertainment industry still pumping out fucking loons at a heretofore unheard of pace, but our politicians are providing ample evidence of a world view so profoundly divorced from reality that it's likely
It started like this:
My 13-year-old daughter walked into a room where I was reading and my husband was opening a bottle of wine (which she would tell you is what we're always doing, except when we're working or yelling at her) and said, "You remember when I went to Karl and Julia's when I was in third grade and their nanny let us slide down that huge dirt hill all afternoon and you got really mad because it was so dirty and dangerous?"
"Yes," I said, without raising my head.
So it's not just your imagination, it actually is true. Those zero-calorie sodas people are popping left and right and up and down, ordering with their cheeseburgers and large fries and drinking instead of coffee in the morning or wine at night, actually lead to (or, as they say in medical-speak, "are linked to") metabolic syndrome, which is a fancy way of saying fat and all its attendant ills.
This morning, around 7 a.m., a senior White House economist citing unexpected job growth last month pronounced the U.S. economy "still strong" and said he does not believe we are headed into a recession.
If you're like me you're both encouraged by this news and slightly perplexed. The world as viewed by Edward Lazear, chairman of the White House Council of Economic Advisers, does not appear to be the same one I'm looking at — and living in — each day.