There's not a perfect world anyways

The story on the Russian schoolchildren held hostage has made me physically ill. I nearly cried several times today just reading about what these poor babies had to go through. Those militants can blow themselves up for all that I care, but these are BABIES! They're innocent children who haven't done a damn thing. I can't even follow the story any longer because I feel so ill.

People can be so so sick.

My amusing newspaper story for the day. I tend to be a bit oblivious (stop laughing, caligogreywings) and so my denseness did not fail me today.

I went to Johnson City to interview a pair of women who've opened a pet photography studio. In the middle of the interview, I asked them some questions about family support, etc., thinking they were married women, friends who decided to go into business together.

There was some awkward pauses and suddenly, that's when it hit me - my interview subjects were lesbian.

"Well, yeah, I figured that out when you introduced me to them," David, the photographer who did the assignment with me, said when I asked him about it when we were leaving.

Okay, so I'm dense! I felt very awkward - not because my subjects are lesbian. That has no factor in my story at all. I would had phrased some of my questions different to eliminate some of the awkward pauses, etc. For instant, I'd drop the family support, etc. questions and come at some stuff from another angle. I want my subjects to be comfortable, not awkward. At least I didn't ask if they were married straight out. That would had been real awkward.