Saturday, January 24, 2009

Friday, January 23, 2009

Consider the Source...

Guess what! I'm pretty. And a lady.  At least, that's what this guy told me (without being asked!) as I was walking into work today.   I mean, it's not like no one ever told me I was pretty before.  In fact, I used to hear it all the time.  But grandma was partially blind--and possibly biased... 
Well, today I got a secondary opinion on the matter (secondary--which makes it OFFICIAL!) when this guy apparently found me so bewitching  that he was compelled to approach me.  I didn't notice him until he was a few feet away saying, "Hey, pretty lady, can I get a dollar?" So, anyway, when I told him that no, I didn't have a dollar (to give to him anyway!) he tried to change his tune, calling me a "Skinny-ol'-dumb-bitch-cracker," but I'm sorry, you can't take that shit back! I'm fucking hot, dammit--I'm a stone cold fox! He practically said so--a stranger! I'm pretty and that's the end of that!
I remember seeing this commercial a few weeks ago that was not just dumb, it was aggressively so. When it was over, it felt like I'd just been involved in a corporate version of "Punk'd."
The commercial opens, and in the frame we see:

Three people standing in the kitchen of a suburban home in the U.S. One middle-age woman is in the back-ground and two teenage boys are in the foreground; one on the phone, the other hovering nearby. Phone boy says, "Mom, can I stay at Billy’s house for dinner?” His mother's voice--the perfect balance of sensible concern and loving affection that invisible adults invariably affect--answers his question with a question of her own: "Are his parents there?” “Yeah,” her son tells her, earnestly, his eyes wide saucers of innocence... But, she doesn’t believe him. Dumbfounded, she asks, “What parents make dinner for their kids on a school nite anymore?” Her incredulity is so great that she makes him put his friend’s mom on the phone, to find out if the situation wasn't some contrived fantasy existing only in her son's feverish imagination . But, Billy’s mom, I mean, "Supermom," gets on the phone and reassures "Invisi-mom" that yes!, she's right there, getting dinner ready. Astonished, the mom agrees to let her son stay and eat a wholesome, home-cooked meal with Jimmy and his family.

But wait…uh, actually, that’s not exactly true. I mean, the "wholesome, home-cooked" part. The meal is actually a bucket of KFC chicken and assorted sides which isn’t homecooked or wholesome... Unless you live in the kitchen of a KFC franchise and you consider steroid laced, hormone-treated, deep-friend and battered animal parts and greasy side dishes “wholesome.”

Anyway, I watched that commercial and thought to myself—if that were my son and I came home from Billy’s house and told me what I'd eaten for dinner at Billy and his "Supermom"'s house that night, I’d be “super-pissed.” I hate that commercial.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

That. Just. Happened.

How do I break it to Facebook that I don't like it in that way? in fact, if FB was a person I'd have filed a restraining order against it like 50 text messages/emails ago and I'd get it, as much as it is cyber-stalking me! No, I'm lying, of course. I love getting that shit, I crave it, I feel like a rockstar and I get as much traffic as a Bel Air cul de sac past midnight. .

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Confessions of a Teen Idol--or, as I call it, "Roomful of Sausages," is the worst reality tv show I've ever seen.

Vh1's "Confessions of a Teen Idol" is the worst reality TV show I've ever seen.   It might even be the worst TV show I've ever seen, but I'm not ready to dethrone my current reigning worst ever; "The Magic Hour," Magic Johnson's late-night talk show for Fox. But, if COATL gets anymore underwhelming than its pilot--I will be crowning a new king of the realm of "the worst...ever."