Since joining social media just this year, Salma Hayek has focused her attention on doing good for the world by way of call to action Tweets. It’s not an easy job, but it’s how Jesus would be attending to the needy if he didn’t necessarily want to leave his yacht parked off the coast of Cannes.
Hayek’s latest push is for WASH, an acronym international organizations use to describe politely getting third world people to stop drinking poo water out of the Port-A-Potty basins. If you’re not fortunate enough to have amazing tits (NSFW link) and marry the billionaire who owns Gucci and Yves Saint Laurent, potable water might not just come to your table with a cucumber slice and giggle filled bubbles. You’re going to need to ask somebody to help you dig a decent ditch separate but equal to the shit ditch running down your village main street. Hayek is here to help.But if you've lived in Mexico at all, or visited the country anywhere but in a tourist Meccas, you would know that it desperately needs help with toilets. And the reason it needs toilets is to keep its fairly limited water supply potable.
She’s endorsing Global Citizen, an organization which gives you points for re-Tweeting important social and political messages and enters you into sweepstakes to win concert tickets or get into Twitter heaven when the time comes. The Peace Corps is passé. Think of how much good you can do retweeting Salma Hayek. If we could do Vietnam War protests all over again, we’d be hitting send at Starbucks while earning cool prizes. Why does my latte suddenly taste like human waste?Georgia and I visited Baja California back in the '80s with a Mexican friend of mine from graduate school, Katsuo Nishikawa (it's a long story, and I think I've told it before). After a stay with his family in Ensenada and a quick plane ride to Santa Rosalia, we took a long truck ride down to La Paz, and then the long truck ride back to Ensenada.
At Katsuo's instruction we were very good about drinking only bottled liquids, but somewhere on the way back (we think it was a diner in San Quintin) we think we ate salad washed in the local water, and got Montezuma's Revenge in a horrible way. The next day we passed a bottle of Pepto-Bismol back and forth on our way through a search in customs at the border, and all the way back to my parents house in Los Angeles.
Linked at Pirate's Cove in "Sorta Blogless Sunday Pinup" and links. Wombat-socho has the big "Rule 5 Sunday: Roll Tide!" post up at the The Other McCain.