Thursday, April 24, 2008

Shed a little tear for a ho

I discovered something slightly horrifying last night about myself.

You see, (I need a little build-up to the story), I came home last night to an empty house - hubby had plans for the evening - and I put on my comfy clothes, heated up some leftovers in the microwave for dinner and poured myself a glass of wine before I plopped down in front of the boob tube for the night. It was shaping up to be quite a nice night.

And then... I put on the TV show "The Pussycat Dolls present: Girlicious". It was the finale - and I didn't want to miss it. (The fact that I didn't want to miss it is not the only horrifying part.) As I was watching the show with growing interest and emotion, I learned that I really enjoy trash like Girlicious. Not only that - Girlicious made me cry!!!!!! I was welling up as the skinny, young, self-absorbed girls learned they would be part of a formulated girl-group that was all about wearing as little clothing and as much makeup as possible. As these girls began their futures of whoring themselves for fame and fortune, I was touched.

When the show was done, I wiped away my tears, finished off my second glass of wine and went to bed.

Part of me thinks it's quite pathetic that I got so emotional. On the other hand, even girls who think of "being sexy" as their ultimate life goal deserve to be cried over, too.


  1. I'm rethinking the recipient of the ticket to tonight's Doc. I might need to have you de-programmed. ;)

  2. nice! at least you have compassion for young ladies who don't really have any talent, but are pretty (in a really slutty sort of way).. and, like you said, anyone whose life goal is to become a cheap knock-off of a really lame 'group' deserves to be cried over! :)