Today I'm feeling curmudgeonly. There's a lot of stuff I just wanna gripe about.
I am cordially sick of
*Britney Spears and her children. Not every woman is good motherhood material. Britney's behaving like a child and having a meltdown she should have had years ago when she was having success for being untalented and blonde. Ignore her and maybe she'll go away. Help her quietly and maybe she'll be a good mom.
*The election. I've heard all I want to hear about Rudy, and Mitt, and Barack and Hillary and John. We can't vote for any of them for more than a year yet, so they should just shut up for now and get down to real issues when we're getting ready to decide which one of them is going to do the least possible damage to the country.
* Petty election stuff. Who cares if Hillary laughs out loud? Who cares if Barack wears a flag pin on his clothes? Who gives a rat's patootie if Hillary shows cleavage; if she has some at her age, she should consider herself fortunate. Most 60-ish women not only could fail the aforementioned pencil test, they could hide a spare roll of toilet paper.
* And yes, I've been waiting for just the right time to use that one.
* George Bush's approval rating. He's got a tough job. Anyone might do better, but who can predict the conditions we'd be asked to do them under? This ain't high school; it's not a popularity contest. He's our president and deserves our support.
* Anyone who takes seriously Angelina Jolie, Madonna and Paris Hilton.
* Sen. Larry Craig. Larry make up your mind if you're guilty or not guilty, in the closet or out, if you're going to resign or not, and then shut up. If this is the best you can do with your 15 minutes of fame, then you need to get off the clock.
* The Diana inquest. For Pete's sake, let the woman rest in peace. Nothing anyone can find will make any difference; she'll still be dead.
* People who don't learn. Like the papparazzi who recently chased after Diana's son William in a car with his girlfriend, while the inquest about his mother's death was going on. How often must history repeat itself?
* Pink ribbons and pink everything this month. What makes breast cancer so much more important than any other awful disease so much so that we're shamed by marketing ploys into supporting research for it? There's enough guilt in the world to go around, don't go around manufacturing a need for more.
* Most network TV. Except for Desperate Housewives, Dirty Sexy Money, and Mad Men. Why can't all programming be as entertaining and intelligent as these? Cavemen? Feh!
There. I feel better now.
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