Ahhhh... Radar online. Right onto the Tom Cruise repulsion that we are all feeling. According to their sources, Cruise was unsuccessful in trying to convert the "cool-headed" Scarlett Johansson in a recent visit to the Scientologist "mecca", the quite honestly titled Celebrity Center. Check out the details here.

I HATE THIS WOMAN

"My name is Sophie Panopoulos and Elanor hates me."

I have hated her for six years. I still hate her. I hear her name and I become possessed by rage and bewilderment. I mean, in all the time that I have hated her [and I can date that hate from about 30 seconds after I first became aware of her existence], I have never heard her say ONE thing that was sensible or defensible. NOT ONE. She is consistently awful.

My hate was formed, of course, during the lead-up to the referendum on an Australian Republic. I don’t know where she came from or how she got to be there, but when I saw her on my TV and heard what she was saying, I just went, “Who the hell is this random toxic freak?” My sister and I found her powerfully repellent, and we would stare at each other in wonderment [and rage] each time she opened her mouth and said something inflammatory, contradictory, misleading, ridiculous. She HAS to see how that isn’t actually the case, DOESN’T SHE? [That is what we would say to each other – with our eyes. And then we would go about telling her, to her face (on the TV), how what she was saying just didn’t stand up to even the scrutiny we could muster. WE, two stupid republican girls!] Yep, we were really effective, yelling at the TV like that. We totally invalidated her arguments, like, a zillion times during that campaign. We used facts and all. And she was JUST SO WRONG. We were astounded that she was a lawyer. We were astounded that we were being exposed to her at all. In short, we were astounded to discover that people like her existed, and we highly doubted that she had any friends. But, we were wrong, I guess. That Republic debate was a terrible lesson in the lousiness of people. And our blood boiled when her side won, especially as it prompted people to make sounds about how her argument and strategy had been better than ours. And we were considered freaks who couldn't let go as we continued to scream “NO IT WASN’T! HAS EVERYONE LOST THEIR FREAKING MINDS?”

Two years later, I was at work on election night 2001. I had left home with two thoughts in my mind.

Thought # 1: “There is NO WAY that people will stand for this Tampa crap. It is like, the wrongest thing ever!”

Thought # 2: “Jesus, Sophie. AS IF anyone in their right mind, who has paid even the scantiest attention to anything you have said, ever, is going to vote YOU into Federal parliament. AS IF SOPHIE! GET A CLUE!”

Anyway, it came time for my break at work. And I asked my boss if I could use the phone to call home and check in with my sister about how the election was going. And I was standing there at the counter with the receiver at my ear, all jovial-slash-anxious and shit, and a few moments later everyone in the place had broken away from their pancakes to stare at me. Because I had actually yelled “NO!”

I felt so alone. Nobody understood. They didn’t even know who I was babbling about when I tried to explain that AN AFFRONT TO GOD had taken place. They probably thought I was a bit of a mental case who seriously needed to chill. Fucking Sophie Panopoulos. I hate her. So please, why don’t you join me, for today at least, in hating her too?

If you were wondering where Guy is, he is in Germany with Amy.
Look, here is a photo of them during a trip to Dresden.

Feel free to make up your own caption, if you like.

Hello. Stephen Malkmus' new album Face The Truth is a very good thing. In fact, there is not one bad thing on it.

And now, there is no way to do this with tact or dignity, so I'll just say it: 3CR Radiothon is happening this week, so could people please donate to the shows I do? Pretty please. I have fundraising targets to reach. Oh yeah, and like, independent progressive radio is like, totally important. Support it, etc. [I am being serious.]

ANYWAY, ME ME ME!

I do the Tuesday Breakfast show, and sometimes it's quite good. Well, it's okay I guess. We interview people about stuff. We play music. Isn't that enough? So please donate to Tuesday Breakfast. Our Radiothon show is on Tuesday from 7am-8.30am, so if you want to phone in during the show to pledge money to us, then by all means, do.

I do the Women On The Line show, which is really quite good. I am only responsible for it once every five weeks, because we have a roster of producers. I don't think I'll need as much help raising money for this show as there are five of us and the target is lower than for Breakfast, but if you want to support what I'm told is the only national women's current affairs show in Australia, then by all means, do. Our Radiothon show is tomorrow morning at 8.30am.

If you are actually interested in making a donation to 3CR, [and you can do it whenever you like. Please, just specify that you're donating to MY shows!] here are your options:

• phone (03) 9419 8377

• visit the station at 21 Smith Street, Fitzroy [and bring some money with you, obviously]

• post a cheque to PO Box 1277, Collingwood, 3066

• donate online

[If I haven't been clear, this is all in aid of 3CR Community Radio, Melbourne, 855 AM.]

MEMES.
Dang. Probably poor form to ignore them any longer, yeah? BUT I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO CHEAT. I won’t be bound by your damn rules and conventions. So here, a revelation of my pedestrian tastes, poorly explained.


MUSIC MEME FROM RUTH

Total volume of music files on my computer
Whatever 1317 songs is. These are not music files I have downloaded, or anything. They are just the portion of my CD collection I have imported so far in my iPod reconstruction. I did download a song from the internet once. That was cool.

The last CD I bought
The White Stripes, Get Behind Me Satan

Song playing right now
Split Enz - Titus

Five songs that I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me

Björk – Immature
This is currently my favourite song ever. I just love the strange and satisfying way she paces the limited lyrics. Gorgeous/cool. I think Homogenic might just be her best album. Possibly.

The Pixies – Hey and Silver
Yes, I realise that is two songs, but the requirement for only five is a severe limitation so GET STUFFED! I’m counting these two as one. They follow on from one another on Doolittle anyway. And I can’t possibly choose between them so shut up. I also love U-Mass, which is not on Doolittle, no. But I LIKE IT A LOT SO THERE.

The Easybeats – Make My Bed (Gonna Lie In It)
I just love this song. Also, I find the Easybeats very useful for the radio show. We need at least 55% Australian music anyway, and I’ve found the Easybeats pop songs work (either superficially well, or really actually well, I can’t decide) as segue pieces which refer back to the political themes raised in the preceding interview. For instance, I played Make My Bed (Gonna Lie In It) after doing an interview about the situation in Iraq on the second anniversary of the invasion, due to all the “Tried so hard to be, a man… a maaaaan… a MAAAAN/ I made my bed now I gotta lie in it/ Seems instead like I’m gonna die in it/ Where did I go wrong?/ I tried so hard to see/ I tried so hard to be, a man… a maaaan…a MAAAAN”, etc. GET IT?? DO YOU? George W Bush is a man!!! POLITICAL. Also used Wedding Ring after an interview about same-sex marriage. Hello. Wedding! RING!!! POLITICAL. And once used Come And See Her after an interview with a doctor from the Medical Association For The Prevention of War about health impacts of Iraq war, depleted uranium, malnourished children, etc. Thus “Doctor doctor my baby’s sick…” = POLITICAL.

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – The Curse of Millhaven
Because it’s fucking funny, especially “I got a pretty little mouth, underneath all the foaming.” Best lyric ever? You decide. No, I WILL DECIDE.

Joy Division – Digital
I just really think there’s something to be said for hearing Joy Division in the morning. Try it.

Talking Heads – Found A Job
It is about TV, yes. And that is something. But mainly, I just love that chorus bit, “Judy’s in the bedroom/ inventing situations”. Something about that collection of words makes my chestal area get warm.
Also, Psycho Killer. Because French is deployed. And “fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa”.

Rage Against The Machine - Pistol Grip Pump
Er, because “they can be fuckin with other niggers’ shit but they can’t be fuckin with mine”, OBVIOUSLY.
And Renegades Of Funk, because they’re “poppinanshockinanrockinanputtinasideahiphop”.

Salt N Pepa – Push It
Especially the “Yo, yo, yo, yo, baby-pop” bit.
And Shoop, because “You're a shotgun - bang! What's up with that thang?" and also, “Baby, take a ride in my coupe…” IN MY COUPE?!!

What number am I up to now? OH GOD I SUCK AT THIS. Oh well…

The Coral – Grey Harpoon
The Rapture - Echoes
Architecture In Helsinki - Love Is Evil The Prequel
Kate Bush – The Dreaming and Sat In Your Lap
The Fiery Furnaces – Blueberry Boat
The White Stripes – Jimmy The Exploder
Pink Grease – Party Live
Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Bang… and Man… and Black Tongue

This is ridiculous now. I have to stop, don’t I. HELL YES THAT IS FIVE. DON’T TELL ME THAT DOES NOT ADD UP TO FIVE. Oh, just pick five of them, will you.

Five people to whom I'm passing the baton
Am I allowed to do this if I have failed the meme? Alright then, Guy of course. And Anita, Catherine, Tim, Fop.



BOOK MEME FROM CATHERINE

You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?
I’m also taking this as ‘which book would I save from burning’. Catch-22 I guess. Or Shame. Or American Psycho. One of those.

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
YES. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO?

The last book you bought is:
I bought Gravity’s Rainbow, Portnoy’s Complaint and Underworld at the same time. No, I have not read any of them yet.

The last book you read:
Nervous Conditions, Tsitsi Dangarembga

What are you currently reading?
NW

Five books you would take to a desert island
(The ones I’ve paid for but haven’t read)
- Gravity’s Rainbow
- Portnoy’s Complaint
- Underworld
- The Bell Jar
- In Cold Blood

Who are you going to pass this stick to (3 persons) and why?
Can’t this one just die with me? But alright, I stick it to Guy. Lucky for him he's off to Berlin.

The new White Stripes album. GET IT. That is all.

[Note: the point of this smiley face is to represent my mood. Graphically.]

Hurrah! Have managed to revive our comments system. Patience was not what was required, in the end. Actually DOING SOMETHING was what was required. Funny that. And so I did 'SOMETHING'. And it didn't cock up our pre-existing comments or anything. Oh, the extent to which I rule is significant, isn't it? So, if in the past two weeks or so you have felt compelled to comment something delightfully hilarious and intelligent in response to our delightfully hilarious and intelligent blog, but found yourselves thwarted by the evil malfunctioning comments system, please feel free to do so now. Or not. As you were.

SOME VIRTUES OF NOT BEING KENNY CHESNEY

Virtue #1: hair


Virtue #2: better hats


Virtue #3: hair and better hats


Virtue #4: going ‘country’ only when you want to [and being awesome at it when you do]


Virtue #5: having the following not be your much too talked about red-and-white aesthetic [and please note: low and dismissive opinions are actually legitimate for the following]


Virtue #6: a tan? I think not!


Virtue #7: hotness, moodiness, ambiguity, and just generally being a bit special, a bit queer, really


Virtue #8: [and this is the principle virtue of not being Kenny Chesney] Elanor adores you… But oh dear. She is currently on the verge of a breakdown. You see, having decided to whip up a light-hearted bit of pfaffery, quite inconsequential to her psyche, about the virtues of not being Kenny Chesney, she went on The Internet. And discovered that you, Mr Not Kenny Chesney himself, have married another. And so have broken Elanor's heart, as much as that is possible… Or have you? She is quite confused and unsure about whether to accept the truth of it. Canoes? On the confluence of three rivers? Shamans? Catholics? Etc? So Elanor has decided that the only opinion she can safely put forward is, hey, she likes these shoes and is willing to respect the woman who wears them:

Because Elanor's respect MATTERS.

I am so shallow. Can you believe that, today of all days, my favourite person in the world is, in fact, NOT W. Mark Felt? Shame on me, indeed. But it cannot be helped. How can one not fall head over heels for Rui Neiva when his words are MUSIC TO ONE’S EARS! For example:

Switzerland go to take a shower, your mouth stinks!

My foot! You are bad loosers!

I UNDERSTAND VERY WELL WHAT YOU WANT!

My taste is different from the juries adooring ballads, horribles ballads of the past

esc WAS DEAD, BUT NOT ANYMORE! esc IS VERY DYNAMIC ACTUALLY!

AND BY THE WAY
WHOT DOES IT MEAN PROFESSIONAL JURIES? tHEY WORK AS A JURY BY PROFESSION? tHEY HAVE DIPLOMES OF JURY FROM A HIGHT SCOOL???

Music is for all, not for the stupids full of intrigues pretensious amateurs

BUUUUUUU

Cannot stop laughing. Cannot stop feeling that Rui is looking RIGHT INTO MY VERY SOUL.

“HI! My name is… WHAT? My name is… WHO? My name is, chicka chicka [not Slim Shady]”


"I'm the guy they used to call 'Deep Throat'."

Wow, I was way off the mark when I dressed as DEEPTHROAT for Catherine’s 21st. I pretty much just wore a cropped black trench jacket [with some other clothes]. And I made some badges - one with a picture of Woodward & Bernstein on it and the words CREDIT HOGS, one with Nixon doing his ‘peace out’ moment at the helicopter and the word SUCKER, and one with a random slogan I made up, CARPARKS ARE THE NEW DISCO. It actually took me hours to make those stupid badges. And now I realise that my energies were focussed in completely the wrong direction. It's not about badges. It’s not even about wearing a trench jacket at a party while chainsmoking. It’s about GIANT GLASSES. And wearing them AT NIGHT... while wearing a trench and chainsmoking. I feel like such a fool.

Anyway, DEEPTHROAT, I HEART YOU.


Look at that grandkid standing behind him. You can read his mind. It is saying, “I am the new king of college campuses. I AM SO GOING TO GET LAID!”

And la la la la sshhh. Don’t ruin today by even contemplating things like ‘pecuniary interests’ and other things like this:

He rose through the ranks of the old bureau under J. Edgar Hoover's autocratic rule, thrived on Mr. Hoover's imperious demands and carried out the bureau's harsh campaign against political militants, approving break-ins at dissenters' homes.

And don’t listen to Pat Buchanan either. He’s a goon. Look:

Speaking last night on MSNBC's "Hardball," former Nixon speechwriter Patrick J. Buchanan labeled Felt a "traitor" for having worked with reporters on stories that did severe damage to the administration.

Shut up, Buchanan. DEEPTHROAT RULES. 4 EVA.

I hope nobody was looking at my face when I spotted this in the Bourke St HMV today.

How embarrassing to be caught looking so DELIGHTED in a public place. What a feeling! I have been on the lookout for this album in CD form for many years. I don’t know why, but I never seem to play the vinyl album we have, so I became fixated with finding the CD somewhere. And it has been an ongoing, unfocussed and distracted, quest. And now it is completed. Hurrah. And now that I think about it, Flashdance is quite possibly the very first album I was ever obsessed with. In my life. Ever. I can remember dancing around to it A LOT when we lived in Yugoslavia. And I was aged 3 to 5 when we lived in Yugoslavia. That is rather young. What the hell was I doing being obsessed with the Flashdance album at age 3 to 5? I think we got it after seeing the movie. But what the hell was I doing watching the Flashdance movie when I was aged 3 to 5? And why was I not influenced to become arty and gorgeous by this early exposure to avant-garde girlie club dancing? WHY? So many questions. Oh, how I wish that this devoted cultural consumption at such an early, impressionable and formative age had been more, well, formative. Drat. But anyway, so happy right now. This is one glorious album. There is not one thing on it that isn’t great. And it’s all already hardwired into me. So familiar, yet so exciting. I am totally inflicting some part of it on community radio listeners next Tuesday morning. But which part? I’m sorely tempted to play Love Theme From Flashdance. But I also want to play He’s A Dream. And Romeo. Oh, such a tough choice is before me. Thankfully, there are many Tuesday mornings in a year. For instance, this morning, when I spoke to this guy and played some Drones and Le Tigre and Coral and Björk and Pixies and Cut Copy and Bit By Bats. And then went shopping. And then met Guy for lunch. And then came home and loaded up my iPod with fresh new purchases while re-watching the North & South finale. And then blogged. God, there are actually things that I am supposed to be doing. I should really go and do them. Now. With my iPod set to Flashdance.

Six exciting things about which I am, predictably, EXCITED:

1. MR THORNTON

Did you see him? Did you love him? Did you FALL OVER when he scowled? And also when he smiled? And when he stared? And when he spoke? And so forth? GOOD.

2. The Mess Hall and WHIRLWHIND HEAT at the Northcote Social Club on Sat 18 June. I seriously suggest you do not miss them. Seriously.

3. Bloc Party and Cut Copy at the Hifi on Wed 20 July.

4. Queens Of The Stone Age at the Palace on Tues 26 July.

5. Interpol at the Metro on Wed 27 July.

6. The Futureheads gig, wherever and whenever it ends up being, which had better not clash with anything else Splendour-related. DO YOU HEAR?

And one annoying thing about which I am, increasingly, ANNOYED:

1. We have been patient. And usually patience is all that is required when our comments system goes on the blink. But I am sick of waiting, comments system. RIGHT YOURSELF.

Two Google search phrases, which become amusing when taken together:

1. why do people react negatively to tom cruise Katie Holmes romance?

2. Tom Cruise referred to Katie as nick on oprah

I believe the appropriate reaction is now written as HAR HAR HAR.

Hello. I am not a weird person. I am not a freak, okay? I thought the last two Star Wars movies were "terrible, frankly", just like everybody else. I even thought they were more terrible than some other people thought they were, so I'm like, extra not freaky. Okay? Good. Because I have just watched Revenge of The Sith, and I want everyone to understand that I am in no way a loser no taste freak when I say I LOVED IT. IT WAS AWESOME. OH MY GOD. IT RULED.

Please, don’t shun me. And also, excuse me if I occasionally make outbursts like IT WAS GRIPPING and so forth. Sorry, but I’m quite excited. I mean, the last two were just so devastatingly poor. I had no expectations when I sat down to watch the new one this afternoon. And IT WAS GREAT. I was actually engaged, rather than rolling my eyes. I was pleading with the characters, etc. I was calling them names. IT WAS THRILLING.

Look. Here is the basic arc of my reaction to the film:

“Oooh, this is rather good, eh. That opening bit where the STAR WARS bit comes up and the music packs a wallop. I'm really glad at least this aesthetic was maintained. Also, just generally Lucas, LOVE THE WIPES."

"Jolly good. Flying and fighting and being all comrade-y. Wait, but what are you rescuing HIM for? HE IS BAD.”

“Oh lovely. Look how they are hugging and in love. Wow. I actually believe it. That’s odd.”

“Seriously, that guy is BAD. What are you hanging with him for? Don’t be such an IDIOT.”

“Could you TRY and get some perspective? THINK THINGS THROUGH. Talk to your woman for fuck’s sake. She will set you straight. Why does she even let you hang out with HIM anyway? HE IS BAD. And A SHIT.”

“Dude, seriously. THE DARK SIDE IS WANK. Don’t even think about it. IT’S WANK!”

“STAY WHERE YOU ARE!” (hey, that was quite moving, that staring over the city bit) “STAY WHERE YOU ARE!”

“This is just weird and stupid. It cannot possibly work out for you. Now you are HIS bitch. And he’s not warm and honest and cheerful like Ewan MacGregor. JUST THINK ABOUT IT.”

“OH MY GOD. NO. STOP IT. STOP. IT. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? *stunned into gape-mouthed silence*

(It is at this point that I almost started crying)

“OH, YOU ARE A SHIT. AND AN IDIOT TOO. CAN'T YOU SEE? YOU ARE ON THE WRONG SIDE AND YOU HAVE JUST DONE TERRIBLE THINGS. WHY? YOU FOOL.”

“Aw. You’re breaking my heart when you say ‘you’re breaking my heart’, Natalie Portman. IT’S MOVING...EMOTIONALLY...YES, IN A GEORGE LUCAS FILM.”

“Hey, you scream real good when you burn.”

“Hmmm, I would have had his knees buckle in grief there, so that he was on the ground and clutching himself while sobbing wrenchingly. That whole NOOOOOOOO business was just cheesy, and robbed the thing of its emotional impact. We should have been able to feel the desolation. Bad George Lucas. Naughty.”

“You are all going to die. Eventually. Babies are cute and all. But YOU ARE ALL GOING TO DIE... EVENTUALLY.”

THE END

If you'll excuse me, I'm just going to watch it again before dinner. And I am not a freak.

A new morning routine has been developing, in which I watch about 30 minutes of Mornings with Kerri-Anne while breakfasting. I respect the fact she can look so Gold Coast by 9am in the morning. But anyway, I noticed a creepy infomercial thing the other day, for Wyld vitamin supplements. Or more specifically, Wyld for men and Wyld for women. The creepiness went as follows. The perky, slightly superspeed presenter woman said something like: "each Wyld product is specifically formulated to meet the needs of both men and women. For example, Wyld for men provides increased stamina and libido, whereas Wyld for women combats fatigue...". Full stop. Libido for men, an ability to withstand men's libido for women. Yikes.

Cool vibes, why don't you kill me?

So, on Saturday, I watched my tape of Friday night's Eurovision semi final, and out of the 25 performances, I liked FOUR. And they were these:

MOLDOVA

[do you SEE the granny with the drum? The song is ABOUT her and how she bangs a drum. Genius.]

NORWAY

[look, he’s attached an orange scarf to his mic stand and he’s waving it around. POLITICAL.]

SWITZERLAND

[I cannot get this song out of my head. "Cool vibes, why don't you kill me" indeed. DEEP.]

ICELAND

[this one was just really really good. I wasn't laughing or enjoying it 'ironically'. It was just a great thing.]

Of those four, only three made it through to the final, so can I just take this opportunity to belatedly say, ICELAND. ROBBED.

I only caught the closing stages of the final on Sunday night, and I am highly incensed that none of my remaining three won. TRAVESTY. Also, I think I need to repeat: ICELAND. ROBBED.

Anyways, congratulations to the Australian Voting Public. Angela is gone. Thank you for that. I disliked her intensely. She was one of those latch on/lash out people. Incredibly irritating. And seemingly without any sense of what a ghastly loser no friends she is. So I’m glad she’s out of our lives forever. What? She isn’t? Ah yes, could people please refrain from asking her opinion on things. It makes her think we value it. Angela, we don’t. Please go away. You are exhaustingly annoying.

So, Australian Voting Public, next week you are going to get rid of Hotdogs, aren’t you? Because, as the mostly excellent Geneva says, “HE’S TEDIOUS.” Quite right, Geneva. And if I might just add, he is also a major TOOL. So, you know what to do.

Anyway, now it’s time to yell CUNT CUNT CUNT in the direction of Warren Entsch;

"If we start folding here, then suddenly we'll find there'll be literally thousands - hundreds and hundreds - of kids ending up in a similar situation because their parents see it as a way out," he said.

God, I hate A LOT, don't I? But, you know, troubling times in the world and all that. So many foul people. However, luckily, the Radar release date has passed, so only the small matter of air freight is now separating me from this darling thing:

"I went to bed last night and my moral code got jammed. I woke up this morning with a Frappucino in my hand."

YOU SIR, ARE A GOD

Always and forever,

Elanor.

Wow. Can't believe it. But, actually, I can. As Erin suggested, via post-shock sms flurry, "strangely expected". I guess, to me, because Kylie was always immortal (the robot queen, the Xanadu goddess, the girl next door), she always seemed strangely "safe" from illness. Yet in a way that's why I'm not shocked by this. Because she was so untouchable, that's why it's not shocking. It just seems to reaffirm that everyone is human. Something I obviously know, but choose to overlook. But fuck, why does celeberity illness always have such "perfect" (read, shit) timing?

Firstly, I hope she recovers quickly, as I hope anyone who is ill gets better. When she does recover (because odds are she will), it will be interesting to see what this does to her Kylie "persona". This sounds clinical, but as someone trading off youth, beauty, unreality and sexuality, I wonder how such awful illness will effect the way we perceive her, and how she presents herself (assuming she chooses to stay within the spotlight). But anyway, this is all premature. As stupid as it is, I'm in shock (as is everyone else in Melbourne, judging by overheard conversations). To a speedy recovery!

WHOAH! Guy has just messaged my phone with the news that Kylie has BREAST CANCER! I think I need to take him out drinking or something, to salve his pain [re: Kylie's pain, yes, but also the cancelled tour]. But I can't. I'm going out to see Cat Power tonight. So stay strong, mister. Here's a picture.

I was quite disturbed by a moment in tonight's Big Brother. The resident psychologist, Carmel Hill, was assessing the attitudes of Constance and Nelson, and their decisions not to inform Big Brother about currently being in relationships, which they then talked openly about in the house, like it wasn't a big deal!!! And Carmel Hill concluded, making plain her disapproval, that this behaviour showed they had, gasp, contempt for Big Brother... And I was fucking gobsmacked. Now, I'm no psychologist or anything, so correct me if I'm wrong here, but surely having contempt for a fake authority figure retardedly hellbent on exercising 'power' is nothing short of HEALTHY. And Carmel Hill MUST see that. Right? Please, she must still inhabit a universe in which she can see that. Because if she can't, she has seriously LOST HER MIND.