I hate to sound all full of judgement here – oh who am I kidding no I don’t. I judge Farrah Abraham. I’ll admit that. I can never understand how a mother could make certain choices that will surely horrify her offspring eventually. But hearing that Farrah has no idea who Trayvon Martin is explains things a little. She lives in a bubble and clearly assumes her children will live there, too.
I should take a page out of her book. Some days I am so exhausted by the horrible news that I see and read – I can hardly function. Apparently there is a way to remain completely untouched by current events. I’m not sure how, but Farrah has managed it. She was a guest on a Blog Talk Radio show this week and was asked what she thought about Trayvon Martin, the teenager whose killer was recently acquitted in a very high profile trial. This was her response:
“I feel like I’ve met her or something. It sounds so familiar … I don’t know what she is so I can’t picture the person with the name right now.”
Come again? I don’t even know where to begin with this. First of all, that’s not even a sentence. “I don’t know what she is?” Um, how? How does this happen? I’m not kidding, I really want someone to tell me how you can be so oblivious to the world around you. Surely she understands that there exists a thing called “news,” right? Maybe not. CNN? Um, I think I’ve eaten there once but I’m not sure.
The news often makes me sick and sad. Maybe she has it right. I’m pretty sure the complete oblivion she lives in explains why she thought a pregnancy test was necessary after anal sex. This really clears up a lot.