Coming at Ya

Do you remember the scene in Westside Story where Maria feels so pretty, and witty and gay? Well, that's how I feel when I think about my upcoming interview with best selling author Naomi Wolf. Sure, we could talk about NSA privacy violations, the American economy, the negative consequences of globalism, man's inhumanity to man. Yeah, we could do that, but you can't change these things simply by talking it out. The only way to fight evil is to become superheroines.

If you can believe the Dalai Lama, it's Western women who will be leaders in helping to save our planet. So, put on your Sheera Princess of Power boots, Xena breast plates, and Eartha Kitt cat ears, and be ready to imbibe in the pleasures of the flesh and be transported by the wisdom of your vagina and your birthright as a woman to be more powerful, more fulfilled, more integrated, more actualized and more divine, so that you can be joyous and be the change you want to see in the world. Not that kundalini asanas or Tantric practices automatically bring enlightenment to the world...but it's a step in the right direction, alongside other things like being of service, creating community, being healthy, and participating in (group) prayer and meditation. Naomi Wolf's [book] Vagina: A Biography, is coming at you! 'Cuz it's a win-win for everyone when women are sexually sated. Gone are the days of spiritual attainment through celibacy for the chosen few; here to stay are the days of ego, body and soul gratification for all.

Now if I can charm Jim Carrey's publicists, perhaps I can interview the Jim-Man about his meditative practice and his mind-body epiphanies. In a recent interview in Energy Times, the esteemed and evolving actor speaks of how eliminating wheat, dairy and sugar from his diet, resulted in emotional purging. He's a wonderful spokesman for natural living and overcoming depression. He also founded, A Better U http://www.betterufoundation.org/about-us/ The new children's book he created with his daughter helps comfort kids about mortality in a cosmic and zen way. If I were a TV talk show host, I'd make him spoon me under an enormous Christmas tree while we croon a Christmas duet in matching pastel pantsuits with big lapels...just before giving away free talking Elvis Christmas ornaments to the studio audience. He could be Dick York, Jimmy Stewart, and Mel Torme in alternating stanzas and I could be Elizabeth Montgomery, Doris Day, and Daisy Torme.