The Sonia Show

Writer. Podcaster. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

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You Can Start The Impeachment Process Any Time Now

Yeah, so, we survived the first week of Predator Rapey Dorito’s administration. When the hell are they going to start the impeachment process? Are they waiting until after we’re shipped off to the camps?

Me reading the news every day.

Me reading the news every day.

So anyway, it’s Friday, so it’s time for some Friday Cuteness.

Here’s a cute, little game of cat and mouse.

Yes, we have a mouse that comes up on our deck and eats the bird seed that falls out of the feeder. I know, I know.




Have a good weekend, you guys. Stay strong. We’re going to get through this together.

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Paying It Forward

Yeah, so, I’ve been super ranty on Facebook, because I get pissed goddammit.

I wanted to share that I truly do put my money where my mouth is. For every angry political post I share on FB, I add $5 to my donations to organizations that fight for what’s right. If I feel like I’m spending too much, I can “work it off” by calling or writing my senators and representatives.

So, my next donation will be my usual amount plus an additional $75-$100, because I’ve been very angry the past two weeks. The Women’s March has got me all worked up. I have been making calls this week, and I just printed some postcards to send to my representatives so the amount might go down a little bit.

This only includes Facebook, because if I included my Twitter rants I would have no money for anything else, and a girl’s gotta eat … and drink beer.


Why I Marched

Yeah, so, on Saturday I marched with millions of other people all over the world to protest pretty much everything Predator Trump stands for.

I put on my Angry, Liberal, Feminist Killjoy shirt, my cat hat, my Pussies Against Trump stickers and carried my “A Woman’s Place Is In The Rebellion” (with photo of Princess Leia – of course) sign to San Francisco City Hall and marched with an estimated 100,000 other people who want to fight for what’s right. I met up with good buddy Kate, friend Emilee, sister Michelle, brother-in-law Tony and two teenage nieces, Lorelei and Olivia. The rest of my local peeps went to the Oakland march. And I’m so proud of my friends who were marching all over the country, including Ohio, Washington, DC, Los Angeles, Portland, Seattle and New York. I am so lucky to know such amazing, awesome, smart people.




Why did I march?

I marched for my autistic son. I marched for my teenage nieces. I marched for my lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender friends and family. I marched for my Muslim friends. I marched for my African American friends. And yeah, I marched for myself and my pre-existing conditions. I marched because this country has elected a sexual predator who mocks people with disabilities. He is a garbage person, and I have no intention of being quiet about it. And thankfully, millions of other people think the same thing.

I am so happy I went to the march. For the first time since the election, I feel hopeful. All of those people, all over the world: We know this administration is not normal. It’s not OK. The misogyny, the racism, the ignorance, the lying: It’s unacceptable.

I avoided reading criticisms of the march, because they were all bullshit, whiny complaints by people who refuse to understand why people were marching. The people who marched are not “sore losers.” These are people who are going to be impacted by Predator Trump’s policies. They will be denied health care. They will be denied birth control. They will be denied the right to get married. They will be denied the right to an equal education. They will be denied equal pay for equal work. They will be denied clean drinking water. They could be deported for not being born here. They could be deported for practicing a non-Christian religion. These policies won’t “make America great again.” They are the exact opposite of what this country stands for. The idea that we should just accept it is ridiculous.

A woman I know commented on a photo from the march saying that all the women marching were “stupid.” I know, right? It was the most embarrassingly ignorant comment. I cannot, for the life of me, understand her thought process, or if there is even a thought process to understand. Let’s pretend for a second that she doesn’t care about health care, abortion, religion, etc. What woman doesn’t think that women should have equal rights? I’d argue that only a stupid woman would think that. Her lack of empathy is really sad, and I am so glad she is not my Facebook friend, because I don’t want to see ignorant shit like that. I’d reply, “Don’t worry, honey. We will do all the marching, protesting, letter writing and calling, and you just sit on your ignorant ass and enjoy the benefits of what we accomplish.” Ugh.

So anyway, I truly hope that everyone who march is following it up with action. I signed up on the Women’s March site for 10 Actions/100 Days, which has an action plan and emails you on how to do it. It’s rad. I also signed up for, which finds your closest swing district and makes it easy for you to volunteer, donate and work to turn that Republican seat into a Democrat seat. And, of course, I’m still donating to organizations that fight for what’s right, including the ACLU, Southern Poverty Law Center and Planned Parenthood.

Let’s do this, you guys.



Yeah, so, I have gone from depressed to angry.

I saw some “Stop whining about our new president and accept it” Facebook statuses, and it really pissed me off.

A majority of this country did not vote for Trump, and if they think that we are all going to shrug and say “Oh well” while this fuckin’ clown deports 11 million people, strips LGBT rights, takes away a woman’s right to choose, bans people from entering this country based on religion and eliminates affordable health care for millions of Americans, then they don’t know what America is truly about. All of those actions are un-American.

I’m a 46-year-old straight white lady who lives in San Francisco. I will not be deported or have my rights to marry the person I love taken away. But I am a human being with a heart and soul, and I know that shit is wrong. These decisions affect my family, my friends and millions of people in this country – millions of Americans!

I’ve already donated money to the ACLU, and I plan to donate money to a lot of different organizations that fight for what’s right.

Regulators! Mount up! We need to rally and take back the congress in the midterm elections, and shut this shit down.


But, if I want to make it personal I can. Trump plans to repeal Obamacare, a law that currently bars insurers from excluding those with preexisting conditions. You know, people like ME and CALVIN, who depend on our health benefits. I’m a two-time breast cancer survivor. I have all kinds of meds and treatments. My son is autistic. He receives all kinds of services, too. We need our health benefits.

Not to mention, Trump has claimed that autism is linked to vaccines, which is NOT TRUE. Oh, and he makes fun of people with disabilities and special needs.

So yeah, this shit is personal.

Apparently, I’m an angry feminist killjoy. Well, they ain’t seen nothing yet.


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Not My President

Yeah, so, I just don’t know what to say. I’m shocked. I truly believed that people in this country would do the right thing, and vote for Hillary Clinton. Instead, they elected a monster.

They elected a lying, sexist, racist, homophobic, hypercritical, serial sexual-assaulting asshole.

So, let’s all say good-bye to affordable health care. It was nice while it lasted, gay marriage. So long, a woman’s right to choose.

Say hello to women being second-class citizens again, deporting people based on their religion, breaking up families, a shitty economy, sky-rocketing gas prices, and easy access to guns for felons and mentally ill.

This fuckin’ waste of space was endorsed by the KKK. We will now have a president who thinks it’s OK to mock people with disabilities and special needs, and to sexually assault women. I don’ t know how I’m going to tell my autistic son that this country elected a president that thinks it’s OK to make fun of him. Good job, America.


I’m so ashamed and embarrassed. I’m so worried for my gay friends and family. I’m so worried for my Muslim, African-American and Latino friends. I’m so worried for the millions of people who are going to be stripped of their health care.

I was going to write a blog post along the lines of “Well, we had a good run, America,” but I can’t bring myself to be flippant today. This election result wasn’t based the economy, jobs or Hillary’s emails. This election was based on hate and fear. It was based on racism, sexism and homophobia. People who say any different are lying to you and possibly to themselves.

What I always do when I feel helpless is I donate money. I can’t always donate my time, but I can donate money to organizations that fight for what’s right. I will be donating to Planned Parenthood, ACLU and a to-be-determined climate change organization. Also, I fully intend to give Donald Trump all the respect that Republicans gave President Obama throughout the past 8 years.

To all the good people in this country: You have one day to lick your wounds and feel sorry for yourself, and then tomorrow we go back to work and fight for what’s right.

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I think Rick Perry just came out

Yeah, so, Gov. Rick Perry was in San Francisco last night, where he really won over the crowd comparing being gay to being an alcoholic.

Smooth move, Rick Perry. I imagine he ended his speech with “I hope the Los Angeles Dodgers sweep the San Francisco Giants” before dropping the mic and saying, “Peace out, Frisco!”

Obviously, everyone freaked out, but I think everyone is misinterpreting the story. Here’s a quote from

“I may have the genetic coding that I’m inclined to be an alcoholic, but I have the desire not to do that, and I look at the homosexual issue the same way,” he said.

Sounds to me like he just came out, you guys.

Or maybe he was joking. I mean, no one would really think being gay is the same thing as being an alcoholic, right? Only an idiot would think that, and Rick Perry isn’t an idiot. I mean, look at his smart glasses. Only smart people were glasses.

"I'm totally not dumb, you guys. I wear glasses and shit."

“I’m totally not dumb, you guys. I wear glasses and shit.”


Thumbs down, cancer

Yeah, so, Roger Ebert died.

He died of cancer. He was 70.

Roger Ebert was a hero of mine. Not only was he an amazing writer, but he was a good person. I have read several of his books, and I watched his show all the time back in the day. He introduced me to so many movies I might have never seen – classics, independent films.


Before I started writing content for a printing company, before I was a TV critic for a newspaper, before I was a neighborhood reporter, I wanted to be a movie critic.

I was pretty young when I decided that I wanted to be a writer. I think I was in the 7th or 8th grade when I asked for an electric typewriter so I could work on “my plays.” In high school, my desire to be a writer turned into a desire to be a movie critic like Roger Ebert, who I was reading in the paper and watching on TV. I was  really shy kid, but somehow I worked up the courage to write movie reviews for the high school paper. I remember correctly predicting that Edward James Olmos would get an Oscar nomination for “Stand and Deliver” and feeling really smart and cool.

Eventually, I reviewed movies for the San Francisco Independent and the Peninsula Independent newspapers. I wrote two movie reviews for The Examiner when I was a TV critic. They were vaguely TV-related movies: “From Justin to Kelly” (the “American Idol” movie) and “Jackass,” which I gave four stars, and I was told I wouldn’t be reviewing movies for the paper again. HA!

Throughout the years, I read Ebert’s reviews and his books.  I do believe that they had a strong influence on my writing.

There are a few people I can point to as heroes: my mom, my husband, George Carlin, Tina Fey, Bugs Bunny and Roger Ebert.

Thank you for everything, Mr. Ebert.

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Romney Beer: 47% of people won’t like it

Yeah, so, I went to BevMo today, because I needed to stock up on beer for the weekend, when I saw this:

I assume the Mitt Romney beer is nonalcoholic … and horribly gross … and tastes like lies.

Meanwhile, I suspect the Barack Obama beer is disappointing, but I would still rather drink that beer than the Romney beer.

Here are a few tagline for the Romney Beer:

  • Romney Beer: Because Coors Light isn’t douchey enough.
  • Romney Beer: 47% of people won’t like it.
  • Romney Beer: It won’t get you drunk.
  • Romney: The King of Sneers.
  • Romney: It’s conservative asshole for beer.





Romney Shaming

Yeah, so, I went a little Mitt Romney rant yesterday on The Twitter, including:

  • Are we 100% sure that Mitt Romney isn’t another Sacha Baron Cohen character?
  • Mitt Romney is a real-life Twitter parody account.

But my good buddy Roger did it better with his awesome Romney Shaming.

Roger is the best, right?

I think Mitty Romney is completely clueless about this country. He thinks most people have a dancing horse in the Olympics. He is a selfish, rich asshole, who only cares about other selfish, rich assholes. I would call him a tool, but that would be an insult to tools, because tools are useful. Mitt Romney is a horrible person. Don’t believe me? Ask his dog, Seamus.

Also, I’m pretty sure he was in the Alpha Beta house in “Revenge of the Nerds.”


Playing politics with breast cancer

Yeah, so, I had no idea that breast cancer was a political issue.

The Susan G. Komen for the Cure Foundation has halted grants to Planned Parenthood for breast cancer screenings.

According to the Associated Press: “Planned Parenthood says the move results from Komen bowing to pressure from anti-abortion activists. Komen says the key reason is that Planned Parenthood is under investigation in Congress — a probe launched by a conservative Republican who was urged to act by anti-abortion groups.”

Cancer doesn’t care about politics. Cancer is like the honey badger. It doesn’t give a shit. Every side of this argument can’t agree that we should do everything possible to fight cancer? Really?! Cancer is going to beat us, and by “us” I mean the human race, if we can’t work together.

I can’t begin to express how much this decision angers and saddens. I was diagnosed with breast cancer in August 2009. A year before that I was working as a contractor with no medical benefits. I relied on Planned Parenthood not only for birth control but for my health care, in general. If I hadn’t moved on to a new job, I would have been relying on Planned Parenthood for a breast cancer screening when I found my lump.

When it comes to breast cancer – or any kind of cancer for that matter – early detection is key. I am so sad to think of all the women who won’t learn they have cancer until it is too late because the resources for early detection were not available to them because they don’t have money.

Everyone deserves medical care, not just the people who can afford it.

I am so disappointed in Komen for the Cure, an organization that I have donated countless dollars to. I’m sad to say until they make a change I’m not going to be donating to their organization again. Instead I will donate my money directly to Planned Parenthood.

Shame on you, Komen for the Cure. And shame on all the pro-life commenters on the news articles that suggest that women who rely on Planned Parenthood for birth control, their reproductive health and their health, in general, somehow deserve to die of breast cancer. You are the death panels that your hero Sarah Palin was talking about. Reading your comments made me cry in my cube at work, because it is so horrible to think there are people out there who think women deserve to get breast cancer.

I am lucky.

Every day I think to myself, “You are so goddamn lucky.” Thanks to a self exam, my cancer was caught early. I lost my left boob, but I could have lost my life.