Love Rant: The Google Chrome Commercial

I love that Google Chrome ran this ad during primetime on NBC Thursday night:


Ku.Dos.
Both to Google and NBC.
This is a pretty big deal to me.
I realize that the commercial itself is about the power of the internet, but I think it is pretty damn cool that Google showcased clips from the It Gets Better Project during the commercial.
I just love this. It's cool to see. I don't think you would have seen something like this, even a year ago.
It's really cool to me that people and companies alike finally have the balls stand up and stand with gays. Who the hell would or should care about backlash when kids think it's a better idea to kill themselves rather than be who they are?
It's cool to me that people and companies alike are realizing that we cannot continue to foster a society that drives young lives to jump off bridges-no matter if they're straight OR gay.
It fills me up with such hope that people care so much about TEACHING young people that their lives are VALUABLE. Even if they're gay. It's really cool to me, that we've come far enough in recent years that Google and NBC see more good in running an ad like this than they do in any negative backlash that might come their way.
Awesome.
Awesome.
AWE-SOME!
This makes me giddy with excitement, y'all. Seriously. I wish I could be more eloquent but I'm too damn full of emotion.

AND what I love even more about this ad, is that if it meant something powerful to me (a 20 something lesbian who's been out of the closet for over 8 years and has had nothing but positive support from friends and family) then, whoa...imagine what it meant to someone trying to come out or someone who doesn' have support.
It's just cool to see.
I am so blessed to have wonderful friends and family who've hardly batted an eye over me being gay. And that means the world to me. And I know how lucky I am. But when you're gay, even living in America, even if you have all the support in the world from friends and family, it's really easy to feel like the world at large doesn't care and would rather that you didn't exist they way you exist. It's easy to feel like you don't belong or fit in the world because of the way you are. We see so much of our lives reflected in the media, some of it more true than others, and more often than not "gay" is not reflected in the media. It's hard to find shows or movies with decently written gay characters; and that makes it hard to believe you fit in the world too. But that's changing more and more and more and it makes me so happy. It makes me so happy to know, that at least when it comes to bein' a big old queer, the world is becoming a better place for kids. And not only that but people WANT it to be a better place for kids.

My greatest hope for the world is that kids everywhere, no matter who they are-gay, straight, black or blue-won't have to think too hard about how to be who they are. They'll just do it. 'Cause it's natural.
Thanks to the It Gets Better project for tellin' 'em its ok. Let's ALWAYS tell kids its ok to be who they are.


Now, we've told our youth that is gets better. And if you ask me, we owe to them to not only promise that it gets better, but to do our best to make it better NOW.









Also, as an update...

Molly is feeling SO much better and more like herself. How can I tell?

She's back to ignoring me.

I Finally Got Molly To Play "Photobooth" With Me

All it took was some pain meds and having 14 teeth removed...




I swear that mass of black fur on my lap is actually my dog's face. She's a little worse for the wear after her operation (she had to have dental surgery and got 14 teeth removed). I am taking advantage of her stoned state to take pictures with her. And just in case you think I'm a jerk, I did give her ice cream last night and fed her wet food out of my hand a la mama bird to a baby bird. Her mouth was too sore to pick up the food herself and chew it, but she was hungry so I just opted for dropping it down her gullet. My hands still smell like Beneful Dog Food Chicken Stew. Hot.

My dog already has a plethora of nicknames. Including, but not limited to: Moe-Moe, Moe-Moe Molly, Moofy, Moofy Moofatella, Moe, Bearded Lady, and Mol.

She's added some new ones to the list: Gums McGinty care of me. And Gumby, care of my Dad.

Also, this is what happens when you youtube "Animal Dentures":

Dear Molly, I am not going to take "No" for an Answer. Surprise Photobooth Attack!!!! Just Sit There On The Back Of The Couch And Look Cute. Love, Amy

Dear Amy,





No.
I hate you.
I am going to sit on the other couch.

Screw You,
Molly

Dear Molly, Please Play "Photobooth" With Me. Love, Amy

Dear Amy,










No.

Love,
Molly

Dog-Sittin'

So, I dog-sit for my cousin quite a bit. She has two regular size poodles. I have a non-regular size poodle.



Here is Molly (my non-regular size poodle) wearing my favorite scarf:



Here is Gilda wearing my favorite scarf:



Sometimes, I don't dog-sit so much as the dogs sit on me:

Dog Sitting

So, I dog sat for my cousin again.

Her poodle, Gilda, wearing my ball cap:


My "toy" poodle, Molly, wearing my ball cap:

Molly Gets A Bath

And it's always really funny...

Love Rant: Dogs. BIG Dogs

All right, I thought I'd start this Love Rant Blog off, with a bit of a "no brainer" on something I love:

Dogs. BIG Dogs.

Not that I don't love my dog, Molly, (who is, rather small) (like, she's what would happen if dust bunnies ever evolved legs) . But, honestly? She's a little wimpy and whiny for my dog tastes. There's just something a bit more, well, dog-ish about a big dog. A big dogs says, "Hey. I'm so happy you're home. I'm gonna show you how happy I am by romping around the living room where I will probably come close to breaking something." A big dog waggin' some tail is a force to be reckoned with and a big dog can make the big, dopey, happy dog face. You know the one I'm taking about-the overgrown wide smile with the tongue lolling out the side. The Happy Dog Face. I'm not saying that a little dog CAN'T do all these things, I'm just saying that more often than not (at least in my experience) little dogs have the attitude and personality of a cat. Have you ever heard of the "Happy Cat Face?" No. Me either. Can you even picture a cat smiling (Cheshire cat doesn't count. He's creepy)? No. Me either.

Molly never makes the happy dog face. I feel like she has five expressions. They are:
1."What-ever"


2."As If"


3. "I'm Telling Dad"


4. "Wtf, you're leaving?!"


and

5."I'm excited (maybe about the mail, the fact that Dad's home, the kids walking by the window or the squirrel in the yard) so I'm going to high pitch bark until your ear drums bleed"

None of those are so humble, kind and simple as the happy-dog face.


You can playfully shove a big dog in a just for fun human-dog wrestling match. Whenever I shove Molly over she pretty much gives me the "As If" face and goes to sit on my Dad's lap. And, if I ever happen to get her in a "playing" mood, I get in trouble from my Dad who thinks I will break her. Which, isn't untrue. I probably WILL break her. Having a little dog is like having a newborn baby brother. You can coo at it and tell it how cute it is and sit with it in your lap. But God Forbid you try and play football with something you could probably use as a football. Having a big dog is like having a 12 year old brother. You know, the kind you can get into trouble with (and then put the blame on).

What's with all the big-dog talk?
No, I did not recently go out and by a labrador. Nor do I intend to anytime soon. I'm not ready to be a mother, or a sister more than once over just yet...
But I DID get to dog-sit (as I often do) for my cousin's super awesome standard poodles. Let me give you a little perspective...

This is Gilda, her dog, wearing my red sweater:



This is my dog wearing my red sweater:



Gilda loves to play the "I'm Gonna Get Your Paws" game. This game would just annoy Molly. Both Gilda and Gracie (the other poodle my cousin has) both play FETCH. As in I throw something, they bring it back. I throw sometime, they bring it back. This is NOT the version of fetch Molly likes to play which is either a) get my squeaky hamburger out from under the coffee table for so I can go play with it by myself or b) throw the squeaky hamburger across the room for me once so I can go play with it by myself.

Molly is good to take a nap with, but so are big dogs. And you never have to worry about rolling over on a big dog in your sleep...