You can’t have failed to miss that this week marked the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. However, one would be excused for not realizing it’s been 100 years, as every year since I’ve been born has seemed like the 100th anniversary. I can’t recall a year where the tragedy hasn’t been marked by re-showings of all the Titanic films (my favorite is A Night to Remember), documentaries etc. I can understand the fascination, but it really is a sick obsession. We all know how the story ends, but yet we can’t tear ourselves away from the inevitable conclusion. This year, many people actually took memorial cruises to the exact spot in the North Atlantic where the ocean liner went down and 1500 people died. I can’t say I’d be prepared to do the same. The North Atlantic scares the bejaysus out of me. I fly across the ocean a lot, but each time, the thought of perishing in the frigid waters of the Atlantic in the pitch-black night, surrounded by icebergs causes my hands to sweat and my teeth to hurt from clenching them so hard. The distance between Iceland and Ireland is the worst (if anyone knows of a secret landing strip in that corridor, please let me know. My blood pressure would thank you). Courtesy of Slate, I came across this fascinating article about Theodore Dreiser (author of that darling of required reading lists everywhere – Sister Carrie). He was very nearly a passenger of the Titanic, and provided a very poignant perspective of quite literally “missing the boat.”
Santorum suspends his campaign; Mittens can now let rip
The man with a name like a Latin genitive finally called it quits. But technically, he just suspended his campaign, which still allows him to raise money (for what, you may be asking. I have no idea). Intriguingly (or perhaps not given the tone of the campaign to date), Santorum didn’t refer to Mitt Romney by name, yet he gave a shout out to the Duggars for their support. Fortunately for Mitt, the Duggars have now officially endorsed him for President. Romney now has the election in the bag! Can’t beat those families with 19 kids. Imagine if they all could vote. I think Michelle Obama needs to get in tight with the Sister Wives.
Anyhow, some commentators have started speculating that Santorum may have his eye on 2016 already (assuming President Obama wins a second term). Most, though, have ruled him out a potential running mate for Romney. Personally, I would love to see him as Romney’s running mate. And I’m sure David Axelrod would do.
Rosen encounters a foe bigger than Napster
OK, so Hilary Rosen stepped in it this week, but it’s only because the chattering classes said she stepped in it. The trouble with the times we live in is that people do not process what’s been said before they react. It drives me bananas how both the left and right jumped all over Rosen before she even came to a full stop of the offending sentence. I am sort of paraphrasing (which is a little hypocritical seeing that I loathe people who take things out of context or paraphrase the meaning out of a statement), but Rosen basically said that Ann Romney was not the right person to advise her husband on women’s economic issues as she has “never worked a day in her life”. It was a poor choice of words (and tone as well), but what she meant, and I think what we all know she meant, was that Mrs. Romney has lived a life of privilege all of her adult life and has never had to think about the monetary issues which affect most women in the U.S. or anywhere. I would hope no one would dispute that raising kids is a hard job and just as important and significant as any work which takes place outside of the home. However, having a fat bank account creates a very different experience for those women raising those kids. There’s a big difference between sitting at the kitchen table at night itemizing the high costs for basic necessities like food, electricity, gas, clothes, etc. and sitting at your desk in the home office telling your personal assistant to book your hair and pilates appointments. If I were a mother with a husband whose job barely paid the bills or a single mother on government assistance or juggling the needs of work with costs of childcare, I would not be interested in Ann Romney’s opinion about what matters most to me (though, to be fair, Mrs. Romney’s views on strength of character and the emotional needs of raising a family are certainly relevant). Maybe it’s just me, but I think Hilary Rosen nailed it. Now if only people would stop being so afraid to admit that she nailed it.
Charity starts at home
Back in here in the U.K., all hell is breaking loose over the Government’s Budget. It’s a very long document, so I understand if the reality of it takes a while to settle (for those seriously interested in the minutiae of it, you can find it here). There are so many to choose from, but the latest issue (you must pronounce it “issoo”, rather than “ishoo” to get the full effect) to stem from the Budget is that tax relief will now be capped at £50,000 on charity contributions. According to the Government, this is to prevent wealthy individuals from getting tax relief from bogus charities. You don’t say? Well, I know of a bogus charity. It’s called the HM Revenue & Customs. I give them all of this money, and I haven’t a clue what they’re doing with it.
Anyway, I sense a retreat. Even though countries like the U.S. cap tax relief on charitable donations, I don’t think this policy will fly over here. You can hear the “tut, tuts” from the Royal Academy of Art all the way to Burma.
I honestly do think now would be a good time for George Osborne to jump into the family business. Why anyone would want to be Chancellor over being a wallpaper magnate is beyond me, but hey, what do I know?
How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb
So North Korea’s rocket didn’t launch and Iran has entered into talks regarding its nuclear program. I am grateful, but always amazed at how far we’ve gotten without one of those monstrous weapons actually being launched against an enemy. Maybe the dreadful memory of Hiroshima and Nagasaki is even too much for the twisted mind of despot. I am being optimistic but maybe anti-democratic, tyrants have their own version of MAD, which kind of defeats the point of launching one of those things in the first place, no?
On the road to Damascus
I don’t think the ceasefire will hold. Until Assad is gone, there will be no peace. How that happens I don’t know.
Next Year in Jerusalem
There’s nothing like a good Passover seder around Easter time. Sadly, it’s been a few years since I’ve been to one, but I do manage to make a meal of some bits and pieces. However, I mostly live vicariously through other people’s seders. My good friend David sent me a mouth-watering picture of his gefilte fish. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I shared it with you.
As always, here are some other highlights of my week:
What I’m reading: Band of Brigands by Christy Campbell (still).
What I’m listening to (new): Roman Reloaded by Nicki Minaj
What I’m listening to (old): Performance by various (including Mick Jagger and Ry Cooder)
Most anticipated event of the week: The release of the 1940 census. Such an amazing treasure trove of history. You can check it out here.
Until next time.
All best, Haints. Follow me on twitter.