Apparently in rural China, it’s a thing to hire strippers, er, I mean erotic dancing mourners at funerals to encourage more people to attend and probably to make these events, well, less depressing. I don’t know anything about this custom, but, hey, I’m all for it. Which is why it’s distressing to hear that the Chinese government is cracking down on this practice.
So to protest this injustice and show my solidarity with my Chinese brethren who deserve nothing less than a glimpse of a little booty to lift their spirits during their time of grief, I am proclaiming right here and now that when I die and when I’m laid to rest, there will be strippers. Not because I want to, but because I have to. Again, I know how important it is to show my solidarity and protest this grave injustice. Get it—“grave” injustice? Read more...
The world will remember and celebrate the life and legacy of Nelson Mandela at his funeral today. But for me, that celebration took place on June 30, 1990 at the Oakland Coliseum when I had the amazing opportunity to hear Mr. Mandela speak live, just months after his release from prison.
My original ticket.
When my best friend Matt and I heard that Mandela would be visiting the Bay Area on his “Thank You” tour, we knew we had to attend. The event sold out pretty much right away but we somehow managed to snag two tickets and on that beautiful Saturday morning, we drove from Santa Cruz to Oakland in Matt’s VW bus to be a part of history. We may have just been young and stupid teenagers, but we knew that this would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Nelson and Winnie Mandela enter the Oakland Coliseum.
I’m sitting in a hotel in San Antonio, TX. I’ve been flying for 6 hours (thanks Work for always getting me the worst flights so that you keep your costs down!) and I’m trying to unwind by eating my $14.00 airport Waldorf salad while watching some kind of episode of Teen Mom 2 on MTV. (I don’t own a television in real life, so when I get a chance to boob tube it, I find it quite foreign and exhilarating.) And what’s that scrolling across the bottom? Whitney Houston…R and B superstar… is found DEAD?!?!?!
Saw this news report earlier today and was curious as to what our readers thought:
A Thai man named Chadil Deffy (apparently also known as Deff Yingyuen) lost his girlfriend of 10 years in a car accident on January 3. The couple had plans to get married at the time of the woman’s death.
My aunt Dawn passed away last Wednesday – suddenly, unexpectedly, but painlessly – while undergoing a heart procedure. The memorial was held in south Los Angeles on Saturday. When I first heard the news, I waffled for a moment about attending, since I didn’t know Aunt Dawn all that well. She was my mom’s brother’s second wife, who I saw maybe twice a year growing up at family events. But I changed my mind, made the drive down. So glad I did. In that hour long service, I learned more about my aunt and the rest of my family than I have in the past 20 years. Read more...
Leave it to Koreans to find creative and innovative ways to make a buck. According to this LA Times article, there are businesses popping up all over South Korea that are “designed to teach clients how to better appreciate life by simulating death.” And how do they do that? By staging your own “mock” funeral.
For just $25, you can attend a four-hour seminar where you can write your own letters of good-bye and tombstone epitaphs before being locked up in a casket for 10 minutes. As one of the businessmen running these forums says, “It’s a way to let go of certain things. Afterward, you feel refreshed. You’re ready to start your life all over again, this time with a clean slate.” Read more...