SNOW EMERGENCY (er, everywhere but here.) See picture from Mom. It is supposed to be 70 and sunny in LA this weekend. Maybe I’ll go on a hike.
My boss made me promise not to write about work on this blog and, barring my occasional Anna Nicole Smith (or ANiS as she is known around here) rants, I’ve kept to that. Food and TV…Food and TV….
I’m not a reality show girl, but I do have a soft spot for America’s Next Top Model. Watching beautiful people humiliate themselves for no apparent reason is somewhat satisfying. And you know what, most of these beautiful people really ARE unintelligent and generally unpleasant. I watch shows like American Idol and nearly have an anxiety attack – this is many of the contestants’ one chance at avoiding a rather dreary fate in whatever dreary subdivision from whence they came and they want fame so bad they are practically weeping with frustration. I don’t worry as much about the freaks of nature that are the model contestants. They will land on their oversized, Manolo-clad feet.
My boss made me promise not to write about work on this blog and, barring my occasional Anna Nicole Smith (or ANiS as she is known around here) rants, I’ve kept to that. Food and TV…Food and TV….
I’m not a reality show girl, but I do have a soft spot for America’s Next Top Model. Watching beautiful people humiliate themselves for no apparent reason is somewhat satisfying. And you know what, most of these beautiful people really ARE unintelligent and generally unpleasant. I watch shows like American Idol and nearly have an anxiety attack – this is many of the contestants’ one chance at avoiding a rather dreary fate in whatever dreary subdivision from whence they came and they want fame so bad they are practically weeping with frustration. I don’t worry as much about the freaks of nature that are the model contestants. They will land on their oversized, Manolo-clad feet.
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