My day is shot
My day started out alright. I woke up, took care of my hygiene, listened to some music, and got ready for Rhetoric. I went and listened to my professor wrap up the course and thank us for a good semester. Hell, she even passed out chocolate chip cookies. I turned in my final paper, and she said that everything looked good. Things were really looking up for me today.
Until I came home.
I wanted to watch a little bit of TV just to see what was one; but since my apartment only gets CBS and ABC, my choices were severely limited. I turned on ABC to find five women (including Rosie O'Donnell, Tyra Banks, and Bette Midler) sitting in a semicircle discussing the merits of teaching young women that looks aren't everything and that they should love themselves just the way that they are. Yes, I had stumbled upon The View.
Their message was a noble one, and I didn't have any problem watching them talk for a cigarette's worth of time--until one of the two nameless women told Tyra Banks how she admires her so much for "having real boobs." It is important to point out that this woman appeared to have natural breasts herself; other than obviously having been massacred during hair and makeup, there wasn't anything pointedly artificial about her. But this isn't what disturbed me so much. Tyra, smiling like an idiot, accepted the compliment gracefully and thanked her colleague. Rosie, always the sharp wit, decided to point out that her boobs were not fake either. This prompted a chorus of feminine laughter from the studio audience and Tyra, not to be outdone, asked Rosie, "Really? Can I touch them?" Without waiting for a response, she reached out and, with one hand on each of Rosie's breasts, began to squeeze and knead them all while facing the audience and cackling like a wild hyena. This went on for no less than five seconds, which may not sound like a long time; but count it in your head. 1...........2..........3...........4...........5. See? That's a pretty long time to be massaging Rosie O'Donnell's boobs. The audience was loving it. Screeches, cheers, and crazed laughter emitted from the audiences side of the studio and, while still getting publicly violated by Tyra, Rosie announced that they were going to take a commercial break and that I should not go anywhere.
Well, I went somewhere.
I now sit here typing this, thoroughly grossed-out and without any hope that my day can continue with any semblance of normalcy. This image has been burned into my memory and I just can't shake it. So I beg you, no--implore you. If you ever, EVER, are tempted to, or have the opportunity to watch even three minutes worth of The View, just...don't. Go watch Harriet the Spy or something. At least there, Rosie does the violating.
Until I came home.
I wanted to watch a little bit of TV just to see what was one; but since my apartment only gets CBS and ABC, my choices were severely limited. I turned on ABC to find five women (including Rosie O'Donnell, Tyra Banks, and Bette Midler) sitting in a semicircle discussing the merits of teaching young women that looks aren't everything and that they should love themselves just the way that they are. Yes, I had stumbled upon The View.
Their message was a noble one, and I didn't have any problem watching them talk for a cigarette's worth of time--until one of the two nameless women told Tyra Banks how she admires her so much for "having real boobs." It is important to point out that this woman appeared to have natural breasts herself; other than obviously having been massacred during hair and makeup, there wasn't anything pointedly artificial about her. But this isn't what disturbed me so much. Tyra, smiling like an idiot, accepted the compliment gracefully and thanked her colleague. Rosie, always the sharp wit, decided to point out that her boobs were not fake either. This prompted a chorus of feminine laughter from the studio audience and Tyra, not to be outdone, asked Rosie, "Really? Can I touch them?" Without waiting for a response, she reached out and, with one hand on each of Rosie's breasts, began to squeeze and knead them all while facing the audience and cackling like a wild hyena. This went on for no less than five seconds, which may not sound like a long time; but count it in your head. 1...........2..........3...........4...........5. See? That's a pretty long time to be massaging Rosie O'Donnell's boobs. The audience was loving it. Screeches, cheers, and crazed laughter emitted from the audiences side of the studio and, while still getting publicly violated by Tyra, Rosie announced that they were going to take a commercial break and that I should not go anywhere.
Well, I went somewhere.
I now sit here typing this, thoroughly grossed-out and without any hope that my day can continue with any semblance of normalcy. This image has been burned into my memory and I just can't shake it. So I beg you, no--implore you. If you ever, EVER, are tempted to, or have the opportunity to watch even three minutes worth of The View, just...don't. Go watch Harriet the Spy or something. At least there, Rosie does the violating.