All of a sudden the airwaves are full of insipid commercials with three women. They are going orgasmic over non-dairy creamer, or Three Musketeers or baked corn chips. Nothing I recall ever getting too excited about. Actually, sounds like stuff to avoid. All obviously best friends giggling and shrieking over ho-hum stuff. Weird. Who would be stupid enough to buy those products based on these commercials of girl bonding over non-dairy creamer? I mean, think about it.
The Republican vice-presidential candidate appears to have shown zip concern for her pregnant teen-aged daughter's feelings. Think back to seventeen. How would you have liked not just everyone in the U.S. to know about your little mistake, but the entire world. How humiliating is that? Well, kid, stiff upper lip, finish school and leave the reluctant husband when you've had enough. Above all, stiff upper lip. Poor thing.
Caribou Barby. That's good, huh? Well, depending on your point of view. What's interesting, is that the Democratic woman are asking, geez, who's going to be taking care of those kids, especially the special needs baby? and the Republican, womans-place-is-in-the-home church, kids and kitchen folks are saying, "sure, she can have it all. Go for it! "
Do you ever feel like life, real life, has become reality TV and YOU CAN'T TURN IT OFF. There is No REMOTE.
I don't know. I don't know.
Grapehot, who has been expressing doubts about everything of late.