Shut the f*ck up already. Really. Your incessant repetition of nothing is so getting on my nerves. The endless speculation that goes nowhere. The constant questions. The meaningless questions. The ever-growing stream of ‘experts’ who have no answers because there are no answers. Your relentless prying and probing and the never-ending exploitation of people’s sadness and grief. Please. Stop.
Enough already. Give it a rest.
It’s bad enough when there’s a snowstorm and your poor, unfortunate, frost-bitten reporters are sent hither, thither and yon to freeze their asses off, so you can keep tabs on how high the snow drifts are. Or when a plane goes down.
You just can’t get enough of the gory details. Over and over and over and over again you ask what it must have been like to be a passenger on that plane as it spun out of control and it became Continue reading →
Okay, enough already. Never has a vagina been under so much scrutiny. World-wide, I might add. I’m speaking, of course, of Monday’s Royal birth. I know anything to do with the Royals sells newspapers and raises ratings. But come on, give me a break.
Press have been camped outside of the hospital for weeks now. In this economy how can anyone justify the cost of sending, and housing, journalists in the UK for weeks. For what? To be the first to shoot a photo of an infant bundled in a blanket? A photo op that really could be covered by a wire-service photographer.
How sick are we to to be this obsessed?
We’ve lost our minds. And our civility. But the worst of the worst, the network that has brought “invasion of
Read, in last Sunday’s New York Times Magazine, about the troubles over at the Today Show. Falling ratings, anchor problems, the very messy ouster of Ann Curry, etcetera etcetera etcetera. Embarrassing as it is, I must confess I was only vaguely aware of it.
And only because it was mentioned on a show I was watching. Maybe Bill Maher. Honestly, I don’t remember. I wasn’t really paying attention, because horror of all horrors, I don’t watch breakfast television. Or whatever it’s called.
I know a lot of folks who can’t start their day without it. Not me. Although I don’t know why. I’m up early Continue reading →