Gina Loudon begins her Nov. 23 WorldNetDaily column by asserting, "It’s official. I am Californicated. I swore it would never happen to me, but it has." In it, she complains about supposedly excessive regulation found in the state where she resides and whines that her "individual liberties" are being infringed. Indeed, she's feeling very oppressed, asking at one point, "Why can’t I enjoy a cocktail in the passenger seat in the privacy of my own car, with my husband driving?"
But Loudon is silent about one very literal source of "Californication" that comes from her own family.
Earlier this year, it was revealed that Loudon's 18-year-old daughter was in a relationship with a 57-year-old actor. In a weird attempt at damage control, Loudon devoted a column to it, lamenting that the media was trying to "exploit sensationally" her daughter's relationpship while trying to do the same thing herself by, in part, accompanying her column with a sultry-looking image of herself and her daughter.
That, not burdensome regulation, is what most people think of when they hear the term "Californication" (not to mention that TV show and that Red Hot Chili Peppers album). Loudon's sad attempt to redefine the word -- especially given her own family history -- is a failure.