Random irritation time.

The next issue of Playboy (after the one Booch raced down to Borders to get what with Amanda Beard being in it) features a birthday-suit-clad Garcelle Beauvais-Nilon (NYPD Blue, Lindsay Lohan's forthcoming I Know Who Killed Me and a lot of TV shows that weren't shown in the UK like The Jamie Foxx Show, were shortlived like Eyes, or were both like The Opposite Sex and Models, Inc.). It's not her nudity that inspired this post, as I'm not interested in her really - it's that a post on BlackSista.com railed about her doing it, about how this almost never really boosts careers (which is true, and to their credit the blog pointed out it applies to white women as much as blacks - for every Pamela Anderson, Marilyn Monroe or Kim Basinger whose career was definitely given a major legup, there's a lot more than one Mercedes McNab or Gena Lee Nolin), how they make black women look bad (citing Robin Givens and Stacey Dash) and... er, I mean how they make Black women look bad, which is the term they used and bringing me to what really inspired this post.

The damn capitals.

Calling someone Black instead of black was a pin in my side years ago with Ebony and Jet, and times haven't changed. Okay, so the terminology is supposed to be signifying strength and meaning, but isn't that being divisive? Whites calling themselves Whites is fucking annoying, and so is this; it's not like there's a country called Black somewhere. That's one reason I stopped checking out black-obsessed papers, media, or whatever... it ain't helping, people.

Of course, there's another problem with this - it's that it isn't Gabrielle Union stripping off. Then I'd be a lot more interested, and this post would be a lot happier.

I'm tired.

It's been a very rough week, and I want to get some rest and get back to H2O: Just Add Water (in more or less that order). But first I have to go and get some clingfilm if the shops are still open, and I really don't want to get up.

And I also want to know why the guy who came in after me at the barbers' got his hair seen to before me. I hope it wasn't a race thing. Or an age thing. (Still, my walking out meant that if Sharon asked me if I'd gone to a black barber I wouldn't have lied.)

That's the daily post, you can fall asleep now. But thanks to Tom for the heads-up about those essays about Veronica Mars - when Trouble finishes season three I'll see if I can pick up the book. And thanks to the Disney Channel for the High School Musical 2 sneak peek next Saturday... more Vanessa action, more Ashley action, more Oleysa action - more Corbin action, but you gotta take the rough with the smooth.