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IRRITATHON

Normally, my feathers ruffle easily and I don't suffer fools gladly. But now more than ever, my meter is set to "off. fuck off."

I cannot watch TV much anymore because I yell at it too much. Kev, the King of Realism and the President of the Federation of Taking the Coat Off of Candy," is worried about my attitude. He feels I am bathing Alex in unhealthy levels of cortisol, the stress hormone, and that I need to think of happier things.

I know I should, but it's hard when Paris Hilton, MTV's Rich Girls and those freakishly melodic Gap commercials are all the hell over the place.
It's ultra difficult for me to lay down quietly and accept that the general public prefers style over substance.

And if I once again catch that episode where Tommy Hilfiger's daughter is crying because she can't fathom how to cook a burrito, I will bite through the muzzle Kev insist I wear during primetime television viewing hours.
(Sorry, Alex, I do hope that the Kenny Loggins "Return to Pooh Corner" CD I force myself to listen to will counteract my TV-induced cortisol flood.)

Comments (5)

a. i am so impressed that you have already named your daughter.

b. i simply cannot bring myself to watch the simple life. not after what nbc put me through with average joe. dear GOD.

Amazing the difference a year makes on MTV, eh?

A year(+) ago, I was stuck in the horizontalish manner on my sofa and watched a great deal of MTV. Back then, the worst of it was Sorority Girls or something. Now, it's "all vapid, all the time."

Maybe MTV should just go back to music.

I'll try to put this to good use immeaditely.

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