The post that may very well result in my being disinherited.

I am now the proud (?!) owner of an official Justice Sandra Day O’Connor bobblehead doll, courtesy of The Green Bag (to which I subscribe only for the articles, of course). While I’m not necessarily a fan of Sandy and her (case) swinging ways, she does have the distinction of being the very first Supreme Court Justice of whom I was aware in any tangible way.

Back in 1986, the Supreme Court decided Bowers v. Hardwick, which held that Georgia constitutionally could outlaw gay sex (and which - in case you've been living in a cave with Osama bin Laden - was overrulled last year in Lawrence v. Texas). Later that year, my mother wrote and performed a show-stopping number at the Boulder County Bar Association show. The song, to the tune of Sweet Georgia Brown, lambasted the Bowers decision in brilliantly rhyming fashion. But the best part of the act was my mother herself as Justice O, prancing around the stage sporting a black judicial robe, white puffy collar, blonde wig, and (oh yes) a green foam Miss Liberty tiara.

And people wonder why I wanted to become a lawyer.