Ogunquit Trip from Jordan Reid on Vimeo.
Every year, we try to make it to Ogunquit (the town in Maine where we got married; that video is from our trip last summer) for at least one weekend. This year our travel plans are sort of up in the air what with the total life upheaval and all, but we're still going to do our best to make it work. I need me some lobster rolls, mini golf, and seaside restaurants where "dinner attire" means capris and flip-flops.
My friend Beth is in this (she's the Social Security Number Bachelorette), and if you're a Bachelor obsessive like me, you have to watch it. Dying over here.
Weird little joy of mine: buying a brand-new bottle of hand wash and placing it next to the sink. I love how it looks; I love trying out a new scent; I love feeling all virtuous washing my hands fifty-six times a day (a slightly obsessive habit I developed when I gave birth to a) protect my newborn from germs and b) protect myself, because I was so devastatingly exhausted that had I managed to catch a cold on top of it all I would have just given up, handed Kendrick our offspring, and crawled under the changing table until spring came along).
Anyway, Method's hand wash (in the Cucumber or Sweet Water scents) is what I've been using for...oh, years now. Ever since I first spotted the bottle on a drugstore shelf and picked it up figuring it would be way too pricey for my taste, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was adorably packaged, totally didn't smell like Clorox misted with raspberries and sparkles (as a lot of hand washes can, no?), and affordable.
And! Every Method hand wash is formulated without triclosan (a chemical found in many comparable products that's presently under FDA review, and that Method believes is unnecessary - and potentially harmful - overkill), made with biodegradable, naturally derived ingredients, and contain Vitamin E and aloe.
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Now this is an apology.
Summary, if you haven't heard the story: Jason Alexander went on Craig Ferguson and made a joke calling the game of cricket "gay", with some accompanied (effeminate) imitations of the way that the ball is thrown (pitched? hurled? I know nothing about cricket). Of course, he was called out for his statements...but the apology he made went far beyond what you'd expect.
You know what I found most interesting about the apology? In it, Alexander addressed those who would call negative reactions to his words "oversensitive." And this got me thinking, because I agree to some extent that as a society we've gotten so precise in our political correctness that making a joke can feel like traversing a minefield - you're always going to offend someone.
