Do you remember a few posts back when I said that I found a radio station that I actually like listening to? Well, this past Wednesday B and I were driving around town, so I turned the radio to that station and lo and behold they changed the format back to some sniveling "soft" music. Really? Do we need another radio station that play Des'ree's "You Gotta Be" more often than anyone should almost twenty years after it was first released? By the way, does that make it an oldie?
Octomon has posed nude for some British magazine. Really? Someone actually paid money to look at that? I'm sure she's probably had reconstructive work done, but after one kid I certainly wouldn't pose nude. I may (according to my husband) have the road map for Alaska on my backside now, but she should surely have all of North America on hers.
There's a big hullabaloo about Katie Couric signing on to host GMA for a week while Robin Roberts is on vacation. Really? I hate to tell ABC, but I think that Katie is past her morning wonderfulness prime after spending years as a bottom feeder as CBS's nightly news anchor. What do I know though? I quit watching morning television once Firecracker was born and spend my time listening to either old friends on their radio shows or iTunes.
It seems that every time I turn on the TV I seem to see another "reality" show about some sort of back-woods, toothless, hillbillies doing something that ordinary people would never want to do. Whether it is Hillbilly Handfishing, Moonshiners, Swamp People, Mudcats, or who knows what, it's as if the hottest commodity on television today is exaggerating and exploiting the strangest members or rural society. Really? REALLY??? Let me tell you, I grew up in rural Oklahoma, i.e. The Sticks. I hate that people across the globe can watch these shows and think that's how most of us live. I hate to tell them, but it's honestly not at all. There may be rednecks and good ole' boys everywhere you turn, but people like you see on these shows normally just live in the most remote areas, and most normalish people regard them with a little fear, disgust, and trepidation. Personally I hate anything that promotes the belief that all people from rural areas are slack-jawed idiots. I have had to deal with people thinking that I'm stupid due to my accent and worse, in college I had a Linguistics professor who openly bullied me because of my accent.
Lastly, have you seen the commercial for Marc Jacobs "Daisy" perfume? You know, the one with the girls wearing airy looking white dresses in a field of daisies. You know, the one where one of those girls is just lounging around on a bare back horse? Really? When I think of things that smell good, people who have been just rolling around on a horse with little between them and the horse isn't included in the list. Instead, it makes me think of all the rather ripe people who used to visit me at the TV station after working at the farmers' market to tell me about the ghost dogs they would see in cemeteries and such. Crazy hippies always like freshly laundered linens, don't you know. I'd just as soon wear a perfume labeled "Canine Anal Gland Seepage."
Until next time...