Monday, October 20, 2008
Something that bugs me...
Ok, I'm sitting here thinking about what I should blog about today and there it is, staring me right in the face.
Celebrity Buzz! You know what I'm talking about, which celebrity is dating who and how many drinks did they have last night, did they have sex with Angelina Jolie, and how many babies are on the way-- oh, and did they spread their legs wide enough to see their tonsils!
YUK! I'm so sick of turning on the TV or radio, or even pulling up my email and BAM, some advertisement is right there or so called news story about BRANGELINA or BRITTNEY and now OPRAH and STEDMAN. Well, do we actually care?
I admit to drooling over a few male stars. I'd even visit an official website to read about them and how they got started in the biz and their likes and dislikes. But I don't have to do that. It's rammed down my throat every second of the day.
I bet Vegas has a room designated just to calculate odds on baby arrival times for Brangelina or how many more times Britney flashes the paparazzi.
Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes. I'm sure they are nice people. But did we really need an hour long tv show devoted to their wedding? Was it that important to us? Sure, I like to see what the celebrities are wearing from time to time. I used to watch the awards shows and that was a part of the allure. But I think celebrity watching has gotten out of hand.
I don't really care what Tom and Katie's baby looks like. I don't care if Brad and Angelina adopt or she gets pregnant. I don't care if her lips have been injected yet again.
And I sure as hell do not want to know anything about Madonna and her husband, Guy and the jokes the idiot made around her brother. The thought of a brother writing a tell all book about his sister and trashing her husband and the only reason he can give is because her hubby told too many gay jokes at the dinner table leaves me freaking cold.
Now, here is the end all to the end all of celebrity buzz. Maureen McCormick, of Marcia Brady, Brady Bunch fame, has now written a book. She reveals how she almost lost her virginity to television brother Greg. DAMN! Is that incest? The interviewer sure tried to make it sound like it. And Marcia, Marcia, Marcia, was into snorting cocaine too. Free-basing actually.
I don't know about you, but I won't be picking up a copy and reward Marcia with more money to go out and buy cocaine. Think I'll save that $25 and buy half a tank of gas instead.
Oh, run over to the Seven Wicked Writers Blog and read my Halloween Flasher Contest
Entry. I'd love to get a comment from you. Tell me what you think of my first attempt at Halloween Horror. lol Here's the link:
Have a great week!