I've been laid up a bit with flu again. After putting myself into a healing coma in front of the TV, I was sucked into a scinillating piece of drama about Martha Stewart's daughter, Alexis, writing a "Mommy Dearest" book.
Martha says it is hilarious. The pictures of her fake smiles make me sad. And I'm a bit concerned.
I'm not a Martha groupie.
But I wanted to throw the remote at the snarky, smug face of the daughter.
You spend all your Mom's money, use your Mom's fame to skyrocket your own nastiness to stardom AND then have the audacity to cry, 'Boo Hoo, poor you?"
And don't you think Martha did the best she could?
And maybe Martha is just not able to show her caring, nurturing self in a way that her daughter can understand but, hey, haven't most of us Mom's been on that particular highway to heartache ourselves?
Repeating again, that I'm not a Martha groupie...
(although I will admit to being pretty darned envious of her dish collection)
...I think this whole ugly debacle just speaks volumes about the American people.
Let's bash and trash and point blame at everyone and everything so we don't have to take responsibility for our own humanity and decent manners. Or lack thereof.
See what I mean?
Too much TV.
And sadly, tt's not just Martha I've been worried about either.
What do you think happens to those people that have to leave the "X" factor? How do they handle their lifelong dreams being crushed? And am I a really bad person to think that's a funny remark from the baby lips of a 14 year old?
And how do those chefs not cut off their fingers when their knives are moving so fast?
And political ads?
How can all the political ads all say the same thing? And if the 'liar' in the first political ad calls the 'liar' in the second political ad a liar, doesn't that create a double negative, which actually means the first politician is telling the truth? Or would that be the second political person being truthful?
Thank heavens I'm up and around today.
I'm not sure if my brain could handle processing other unsettling news of the world.
And I'm not sure if Mr. Jenny could handle another night of being awakened in the wee hours to discuss such things.
I think next time I get sick I'm going to subscribe to the Hallmark channel and inundate my brain with Little House on the Prairie reruns...
thinking about the pioneer days do you think when the little kids got ran over by a team of horses or bitten by a rattlesnake they...
Must. Never. Get. Sick. Again.
mustnevereverever watch the tv show about the disgusting foods again...
...that just makes me sick.
And then the whole If-You-Give-A-Mouse-A-Cookie nightmare starts all over again.