First things first, owing to yesterday’s entry in the JournaBlog, I did NOT go to the afore-mentioned Gigantic, Nameless Store. I resisted and got everything I needed from Rite Aid. Despite my confusion at how a pair of cheap tights could cost more than a small meal at your local diner, I paid my tab and left. It was a small triumph. In your face, Gigantic Nameless Store!
The madness refers to “American Idol.” It’s the best train wreck in the world to watch, complete with songs from Barry Manilow and the Bee Gees. I can’t ignore it. It has begun and I’m ready. Speaking of “American Idol,” some of the previous contestants have commenced with bashing and biting the hand that once fed them. I think that’s hilarious. “Idol” brought exposure to a number of people that would have likely remained unknown on their own. However, some forget that the American public is hardcore fickle. It’s only 15 minutes of fame; not 20, not 1 hour. You will not stay on top for long. So, in my opinion, while the 15 minutes are rolling, I don’t understand why certain people aren’t grateful to the machine that brought them there. Enjoy the ride, folks. This week’s cover story on Rolling Stone will be next year’s blurb in Redbook. That’s how this society rolls.
Let the madness begin!