(except for Heather, in case she's reading this. that bitch.)
(oh, I'm just kidding. well, kinda not really, but I don't want people to think that I still pine for her. I just happened to think of her for a sec, and when I do, the first words that invariably come to mind are "that bitch.")
So, where were we? Oh yeah, Happy Valentine's Day!
And...
Just really quickly, I'd like to share some thoughts of mine. Things I thought of when in line at the grocery store...
First. OK, I love me some sleb gossip just as much as the next person. Really. But damn, people need to draw the line at children. Seriously, do we need paparazzi following around little infants, bulbs a-flashing and all? I saw something on Extra or one of those shows, where the paps followed Larry Burk-whatever going to some church where Anna Nicole's body was laid to rest (or something like that - I wasn't really paying attention), and he had little Dannielyn (sp? I know the "correct" spelling is something totally fucked up) with him. And they were just snapping away, snap snap snap. Now, I thought there was like, an unspoken rule... stalk all the slebs you want, but just stay away from their children. I guess that rule isn't in effect anymore?
Really, it's kinda sad to see that people are so engrossed with gossip. If I turn the TV on anytime between 6 and 8pm, I'll always be able to catch a gossip show. TMZ. Access Hollywood. ET. Insider. Again, I love me some gossip, but does there gotta be so damned much of it? Seriously, have you seen any of these lately? I can find out everything that Kate Hudson had to eat, and where, and who she was with, and what she was wearing... all I have to do is listen. Now, do we get that kind of detailed coverage when it comes to... oh, I dunno, news? Nah. Nevermind the war; it's going great. Nevermind the economy, we're not in a recession, really! Nevermind the lies of this administration, nevermind global issues, nevermind all of that... I just want to know what's going to happen to Britney next.
Psh.
Oh yeah, and another thing. I saw on the cover of Cosmo (just the cover; I didn't open the thing or anything) some article titled "Your Va-Jay-Jay." It was some article about woman parts or something like that. But what struck me was... va-jay-jay? Really? I'm looking at a premiere women's magazine, one of the giants in the magazine world... and they can't even say "vagina"? Really? And on top of that, they have to ebonic-ize it? Really? Isn't this supposed to be an adult magazine?
I guess not.
Buncha damned va-jay-jays.
Posted by mikey at 07:51 AM. Filed under: Hello, fodder •
