Monday, April 12, 2010
"The most ballyhooed effort is under way in Texas, where conservatives have pushed the state school board to rewrite guidelines, downplaying Thomas Jefferson in one high school course, playing up such conservatives as Phyllis Schlafly and the Heritage Foundation and challenging the idea that the Founding Fathers wanted to separate church and state." – Steven Thomma, McClatchy Newspapers
I was born in 1985. I’m 5’9” and 110 pounds in my stocking feet. If you doubt that, you’ve just never seen me when the lights are off and I’m in stockings.
As an only child, mine was a pampered life, most of the year spent at our country estate with my horses and spaniels. Summers I lived with grandmama and grandpapa at the seashore. I trace my love of entertaining to those Halcyon days at Malibu. Dinner for 2, dinner for 200, it’s all the same madcap, marvelous party to me.
In high school I worked hard at the usual occupations – coursework, cheerleading, virginity. I didn’t just say no, I knew how to say lots of other things too, like “You’re cute, but not now,” and “Maybe when my parents leave town.” That’s why everyone called me Sunshine.
I earned my doctorate in nuclear physics from Stanford, and worked part time as a Victoria’s Secret model to pay my own way. It wasn’t my plan to actually make a career in the sciences, but if the writing thing didn’t pan out, at least I’d have something to fall back on.
Needless to say, when I received the Nobel Prize for a genome theory I thought up while doing a little light housework, you could have knocked me over with a feather. Or a ton of bricks. As you know, all it takes is a vacuum and both fall at the same speed. That, in case you didn’t notice, was my mischievious sparkle deflecting attention from my enormous intellect.
I bought Microsoft in the 1980s. In the 90’s I sold Microsoft and bought Apple. I shudder to think there’s someone out there who did the reverse. How can she sleep at night?
I predicted the Nasdaq bubble, then the real estate bubble. Friends who do not call me Sunshine call me Bubble Dancer.
Let’s not look at history as, according to Napoleon, a lie agreed upon. Let’s just say history is a ladies’ and gentlemen’s agreement, with plenty of individual opportunities for us all.