Gee, it’s STILL bugging me, this “Runaway Bride” thing.
It’s not that I care why Jennifer what’s-her-name ran away, whether her fiancé still loves her, or whether they’ll marry (but apparently People magazine thinks their readers will, based on last week's cover story).
I DO care that the media attention has been so wacky, in the Jacko/Scott& Laci tradition. Some of the so-called news networks, including the one apparently named after a canine, were practically convicting the fiancé of murder for his delay in taking a polygraph before she turned up. Jon Stewart skewered them on the Daily Show last week.
(And I DO care that she unfortunately found it necessary to pick a Hispanic man, along with a white woman as her assailant. Reminds me, just a bit, of Susan Smith or Chuck Stuart.
The ease of the accusation – “it was one of THEM” – is a bit frightening.)
(My wife gave me some good advice the other day: if I ever want to go through an airport inconspicuously, I shouldn't wear an orange towel on my head. I'll keep that in mind.)
And still on the subject of news: OK, I’ve watched American Idol from time to time. But the reason I watched the "ABC Prime Time exclusive" on former contestant Corey Clark outing Paula Abdul as his lover last Wednesday was to figure out the newsworthy rationale for running the program. After viewing the whole hour, I still don’t know. Clark also appeared on Good Morning America that morning AND the next morning, which I thankfully missed. With Peter Jennings fighting cancer, perhaps the network has taken leave of its journalistic senses. But I did enjoy Kelly Ripa ripping into Clark on her show (with Reege) the next morning.
Oh, and I STILL don't know why Paris @#$%^&*! Hilton is famous.
I’ve ranted. I feel better now. Thanks.
I’m listening to the newly re-formed (or reformed) Cream. They sound great.
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