In September, Archie Comics debuts an obviously gay male character named Kevin.  The introductory storyline has Veronica meeting a new guy who just moved to Riverdale, and, of course, deciding to ensnare him in her web. Veronica has no idea why Kevin is not prey to her wiles.

Veronica comic issue #202 will introduce Kevin Keller and he will remain a

Kevin Keller

regular part of the cast of friends at Riverdale High. I’d guess he’ll port to other Archie comics as well i n the near future.  I wrote about Kevin earlier this year on a couple of my other sites — OnText and Suite101. I tweeted about the topic at Twitter, and got an interesting comment.

A woman, obviously agitated, said they should leave the kids alone and not mix all this gay stuff into their lives. I guess that would be fair enough if gay stuff were a new idea, or unknown to the world except through Archie Comics.

But gay people are part of this world. They make up a significant segment of our population. They buy things, produce things, add to the quality of our lives, and are ubiquitous. Just like tall people, or thin people, or smart people, gay people are here. So why shouldn’t they be represented in literature, even comic book literature?

I have news for the woman admonishing us to leave the kids alone and keep the gay stuff out. There are gay kids. Gay teens. Gay young adults. To them, it’s no secret that there is more than one orientation. And, by the way, Dear Lady, the average reader of Archie Comics is NOT a kid. Lighten up and grow some tolerance.

Our guest blogger, The Mother, sets some too-casual mommy bloggers straight today. It’s a newer genre in the blogosphere - mommy blogs. Some are terrific and funny like Mother’s Handbook or interesting like Chicago Mom’s Blog, some are just there to scratch their own itch. The Mother believes all bloggers have an obligation to readers. Have a look.

Does ownership of a uterus and access to a computer create expertise?

by The Mother

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Three Proofs That Jesus Was A Woman

1. He managed to feed a crowd, at a moment’s notice, even though there was no food.
2. He kept trying to get the message across to a bunch of men who just didn’t ‘get’ it.
3. Even when he was dead, he had to get up because there was more work to be done.

On War, Women and a Genii

A woman, walking along the beach, found a Genii’s lamp and picking it up, she rubbed it. Out pops a Genii, and she demanded her three wishes.

The Genii said, “Bailouts! Inflation! Low wages, lost jobs, real estate in crisis. You get one wish. Make it snappy.”

“Ok.” She said, pulling a map out of her tote. “See this? I want these countries to become friends.”

The Genii looked at the map and exclaimed, “Ridiculous! They’ve been at war for thousands of years. I’m no miracle worker! Forget this. Make another wish.”

“Hmmm,” the lady said. “Bring me a man who is considerate and loving. He must love to cook. And housecleaning doesn’t make him disappear, he helps!” She got wound up and went on, “He’s sexy as hell, a great lover. Adores my family. Hates sports on TV. No cheating - ever! That’s my wish.”

The Genii’s eyes bugged out - his jaw dropped. He said, “Let me see that fricken map!”

Men should never take phone messages, or consult with physicians or be given any document to file. See below.

I almost never open jokes forwarded to me. I don’t have time and they are often not funny. This one is an exception. I received it from a best friend, and have no idea where to give credit for the original. I laughed my ass off. Happy break from holiday stuff.

I just posted some old but good computer humor on my technical blog at DemystifyingDigital.com. Take a little break and laugh at my tech jokes. Not all are from dinosaur era…in fact, I invented a couple of them just today.

If you are a tchno-junkie or work in a technical field, drop me a comment with your favorite digital jokes.

I don’t know many women who don’t enjoy showing off their stuff from time-to-time. We do it by having our “stuff” tattooed or pierced. We dress up. Try new make up. Have our hair styled every which way and try a new color now and then. In most species, the flamboyant colors and plumage belong to the male - as you know if you ever saw the play or movie, Hair.

Once upon a time, I was guilty of flagrant showing off - and it didn’t work out well. I was 16. A fine age to perfect the art of showing off. My brother’s best friend, Terry, was coming up the street. I was thoroughly in crush with Terry.

And I had a scathingly brilliant idea. I’d run upstairs, put on my new sundress and my new heels and make a grand entrance just as Terry came in the front door. My timing would have tobe impeccable.

I flew up the stairs to my room, slammed the door and, in record time threw the dress on, slicked my hair into a pony tailer, slip on those 2 inch heels I was just learning to balance on. As the doorbell rang,

Humor is just the ticket today. I need some humor. A good laugh. An old joke. Maybe you do too. Dunno where this came from.