Bleary-eyed and barely awake after making my way through some parties related to the Congressional Black Caucus' "Freanik" for black nerds and bougie people with degrees, I wiped out the crust to type that I totally had a great chat on Michel Martin's show yesterday, where on NPR we discussed the tragic execution of Troy Davis (where I got to run down all the reasons why America's justice system shouldn't be in the vengeance business). Then we discussed why Bravo gave the only white girl on Atlanta Housewives her own show when no one I know really likes her that much. I mean, "Tardy For the Party" was awful. Just Awful. Hilariously, a friend of mine who listens to the show thought I shouted ... ahem ... "n**ga please" during the "Tardy For the Kim Doesn't Need A Stupid Show Bravo" rant, but it was just "Oh, please." Don't have a heart attack while driving! I don't even use that word in private, let alone public radio.
But you can watch PBS' "To The Contrary" today and see if say something else that could be interpreted as salty language. I'm a wild one! Never know what I might say!