Washington Post Confirms Felt as ‘Deep Throat’

I was reading the Vanity Fair article when the Washington Post confirmed Felt was Deep Throat. I’m floored. I really wanted it to be David Eisenhower. Damn! It’s kind of sad to have the closure. I’m going to spend the rest of my summer re-reading all of my Nixon/Deep Throat books. It’s so weird that it’s over. Now I have to find another unhealthy obsession. I was thinking Hoover and my suspicions of his and Nixon’s connection to the Kennedy assassinations. Or maybe Jimmy Hoffa.

So, Mark Felt decides to admit he’s Deep Throat. “I’m the guy they used to call Deep Throat,” Mr. Felt told John D. O’Connor, a lawyer and the author of the Vanity Fair article, the magazine said today in a news release.

I’m not sure if I believe him or not. I have read a lot about Deep Throat and the Watergate Scandal, so I have some knowledge. However, I am not an expert. I think that if were an insider like Mr. Felt, he would have had been more accurate than Deep Throat was. I also find it interesting that Bernstein will not confirm or deny Mr. Felt’s admission. Obviously, Woodward and Bernstein have a lot to gain by keeping up the mystery, but what does Felt stand to gain now that he could have lost in 1999 when he denied being Deep Throat. If nothing else, the mystery continues.

I volunteered for Jaycie’s track and field day yesterday. Oh my god! It was suburban parent from hell day. Ugh! They were horrible. As a child, parents never showed up to watch our track and field events. The only parents we had were the parent volunteers. Apparently this is a thing of the past; there were hardly any parent volunteers but tons of parents on the sidelines watching the events. One parent pretended to volunteer but just managed to bug the crap out of me and the other real volunteer anytime she came near us. Anyway, the PE teachers asked in advance parents to cheer for all students. Well, apparently these parents cannot read or listen because they rudely cheered for only their own kids. It was horrible. One poor girl was doing so well in the high jump that her Dad decided to go stand next to her and coach her before each jump. These are 1st graders. Why do people think that putting that kind of pressure on small children is acceptable and healthy? The cheering was so disproportionate and out of control that the PE teacher attempted to balance the scales by asking to please applaud for all the competitor’s but this did not stop the out of control parents. This is my first experience with parents and sports, but now I know what all the fuss is about. I’m all for cheering on the kids to do their best and making sure your child knows that you are proud of them, but this was too extreme. I’m still reeling from it. Another interesting thing from the day was that a Mom brought a portable DVD player for her kids to watch and everyone was so impressed by her. I have now experienced what Jodi calls “momsters.” I doubt urban parents would be any better, but I think the “world revolves around me” attitude is more apparent in suburban life than it the city. Yikes!

Here is a picture of us at Graduation.

Tomorrow is graduation. It’s weird to be graduating yet still having to attend classes until the end of June. My mind is trying to bring closure to this experience while I keep telling myself I have to do homework. I went to campus yesterday to pick up a few gifts and I kept thinking like this is one of the last times I will be there, but then I remember I still have classes. It’s all too crazy. I’m excited though. I can’t believe I actually finished and with honors. I certainly surprised myself. Wow! I want to scream “We did it!” just like Reese Witherspoon does at the end of Legally Blond. Oooh…I’ve seen that movie way too many times.

Friday Random Ten:
1. Song #1-Fugazi
2. Every Everything-Husker Du
3. Youth Gone Wild-Skid Row
4. Breaking the Girl-Red Hot Chili Peppers
5. I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got-Sinead O’Connor
6. I’m So Tired-The Beatles
7. Empty Bed Blues- Besty Smith
8. Mark on the Bus-The Beastie Boys
9. Say Hello To Heaven-Temple of the Dog
10. Me & Bobby McGee-Janis Joplin

I found these two articles interesting. They are reporting the same incident, but the spin of the articles are quite different. The US article continues to insight fear while the UK reports seems more balanced. It takes the US article 4 paragraphs before they mention why the people protesting whereas the UK article mentions the reasons in the first. The US article also seems more graphic in their depiction of the violence. Can you tell that I love my media criticism class?

So, I went and had my eyes checked today. I hate going to the eye doctor. I arrived at my appointment thirty minutes early by accident. As I am sitting there waiting, I am losing my nerve. I hate the eye doctor. A young girl walks in with a blunt trauma to the eye. Ugh! I start sweating profusely hoping that I won’t pass out. Max asks why I am shaking. I tell him that I don’t like going to the eye doctor (I can’t say hate in front of the kids). The doctor finally calls me in. I calmingly sit in the chair. She flips the lenses back and forth making me choose which is best. It is so hard to decide. I don’t want to seem indecisive, so I quickly make my choices while wondering if I am picking the right one. Then comes the part I hate–the eye drops and blue light. Ugh! I am really sweating now and I can barely sit still. I am panicking but I know that I have to hold it together because Max is in the room with me. I tell the doctor that I am freaked out by eyes and that I hate the blue light part. She is very patient with me. I move my head toward the forehead and chin rest. The blue light starts coming at me and I start backing away. The doctor explains that the blue light is spring loaded so that if it touches my eye it will bounce back and not poke me. I almost faint. I don’t want to hear about anything touching or bouncing off my eyeball. Yuck! I hate going to the eye doctor. After 2 or 3 tries with each eye, she gets what she needs with the blue light. I start to relax a little. Ahhhh…just the white light left and I am done. After she finishes the horrible exam, she tells me that there is an easier test with just a puff of air rather than a blue light. What? I don’t have to worry about that damn blue light anymore? Nope! If only I had known that sooner. Well, at least I am done with the freakin’ eye doctor for the next two years or so.

Here is an interesting story about pharmacists refusing to dispense birth control. I just can’t believe this is happening. Did pharmacists do this when birth control first became legal? What is going on? Why have we traveled back about 30 years in the last 5? Why is this an issue now? I feel so bad for the women who had to deal with this–to have to fight to get a legal prescription filled.