My brain hurts, my brain hurts, my brain hurts...
I was at the store, buying things, as some people are known to do, today, and waited in line behind a woman who was reading a tabloid.
The headline was about who was gay and who wasn't in Hollywood.
She saw me glance at it, and asked if I was dying to know.
I said "No, don't care. At all."
Her: "Why not? Aren't you at all interested?"
Me: "Does it make your life any easier, or better, or move livable to know what these people do in their spare time?"
Her: "Well, umm..."
Me: "All those magazines do is tell you two things. That these people are just people. They breathe the same air you and I do. But it also tells you that they live better lives than you or I do, because they have more money to do more things with. Those magazines will only make you hate your own life, not enrich it, or make it more enjoyable."
Her: "Huh, I suppose. ...but, I just read them and put them back. I never buy them. How's that?"
I just smiled at her, but I like her DIY ethic about it. I think we both won, this time around.
I almost never talk that much to people I don't know.
Then I went to Taco Bell, came home and read the news, all of the headlines involving people getting sick at Taco Bell.
And now I don't feel so good...
It's Pearl Harbor day. Maybe that's why I feel sick. Because it no longer stands for a symbol of American unity in the face of adversity, but a symbol of Hollywood excess, in the face of good taste.
I hate Ben Affleck.
The headline was about who was gay and who wasn't in Hollywood.
She saw me glance at it, and asked if I was dying to know.
I said "No, don't care. At all."
Her: "Why not? Aren't you at all interested?"
Me: "Does it make your life any easier, or better, or move livable to know what these people do in their spare time?"
Her: "Well, umm..."
Me: "All those magazines do is tell you two things. That these people are just people. They breathe the same air you and I do. But it also tells you that they live better lives than you or I do, because they have more money to do more things with. Those magazines will only make you hate your own life, not enrich it, or make it more enjoyable."
Her: "Huh, I suppose. ...but, I just read them and put them back. I never buy them. How's that?"
I just smiled at her, but I like her DIY ethic about it. I think we both won, this time around.
I almost never talk that much to people I don't know.
Then I went to Taco Bell, came home and read the news, all of the headlines involving people getting sick at Taco Bell.
And now I don't feel so good...
It's Pearl Harbor day. Maybe that's why I feel sick. Because it no longer stands for a symbol of American unity in the face of adversity, but a symbol of Hollywood excess, in the face of good taste.
I hate Ben Affleck.