Tuesday, July 11, 2006
~:B E D * R E S T * T H E R A P Y:~
Doug brought three trashy gossip mags home with him yesterday. I get a call from him, "I got a great stack of mags here I want to run by you: Time, Fortune, National Geographic, Better Homes & Gardens, etc."
A- "No, too serious. Like I actually want to LEARN something about the world? Ha."
D- "OH, right. How about more fashiony girly stuff like, Vogue, Self, Cosmopolitan?"
A- " You think I want to look in a mirror and compare myself to all those beauties with flat tummies and shoes, walking around in the open air, enjoying themselves? No matter how well I shower or do my makeup, being in bed and reclining never makes one look beautiful. Bed head cannot be fixed when you've got short hair, hon."
D- "Oh, right. I see. Nothing character building or motivating in any kind of way, shape or form. Maybe I'm in the wrong section of CVS.
A- "Try up front where the candy, batteries and mints are."
D- "Oh, where all the impulse purchases are?"
A- "Y E S. The crap that makes everyone ELSE look bad. The gossip. The trash."
D- "Star, People, Us? "