Clearly we are all going to hell in a hand basket!
Paula Deen, the butter queen, is a reported racist who longs for the days of plantation style weddings, the innocent child of Kim Kardashian and Kanye West was intentionally named after a direction on a compass, (North), Russia’s president Putin is now best friends with whistleblower Ed Snowden and is telling the United States to kiss his lily white butt, and Barnes & Noble is closer to its demise than ever before after suffering a fourth quarter loss of $122 million. Is there nothing a girl can believe in anymore?
As much as some of this stuff disgusts me, like you, I’ve got bigger fish to fry. Like making ends meet, losing 30 pounds before the taping of my promo video (filming in 2 weeks), finding gas under 4 bucks a gallon, and trying to decide if I should just give up the ship and let my hair go gray.
Do we care about the disasters of the day, Hollywood, Washington or otherwise, or are we just desensitized? Maybe it’s just that it’s all so ridiculous that there is nothing left to do but to roll our eyes and mumble under our breath.
So much of what I hear and see on the news makes me madder than a wet hen (I don’t really know what that means, but my grandfather used to say it when he was pissed as hell). And it’s all so out of our control. What is the point of beating us to death with the onslaught of television coverage? Regurgitated verbiage from talking heads mixing the uber important with the silly substandard news items. Hour after hour. Day after day. The same stuff. Come on guys, is nothing else happening in the rest of the world?
It brings me to recall an attitude that my ex-husband would always fall back on during the 28 years of our marriage; “this affects ME how?” It was, and is, his creed to live by. Seriously, if something didn’t affect him, he simply didn’t care. It worked for him. Not so much for me.
I have a sneaky suspicion that all things in the universe eventually come together at some point to either slap us in the face or pat us on the back. I’d prefer the pat.
The thing is, good people make mistakes. Stupid people are generally stupid for most of their lives. Politicians are liars and crooks from the get-go and no one in this wide world will benefit from the loss of the only remaining retail book store standing.
So, Paula, Kim, Kanye, Edward, and Putin, I am sick of you. I’m sick of hearing about you, viewing your pictures and listening to the talking heads about your idiocies and criminal acts. You deal with your own self induced coma of crap. We’re through!
As a member of a civilized society I will worry about losing what little sanity I have left by way of a comfy book store that offers the mind a respectable respite and the soul a place to dream. With all that is going on in this world, it might be where the answers are. Stranger things have happened.
I’m going to go grab a cup of java and spend a couple of hours sitting at my favorite Barnes & Noble perusing the crisp pages of promise. No doubt, the privilege won’t be here forever.
Now THAT, my friends, is something to worry about!