I was feeling a bit sad this afternoon in the grocery store check-out line, so I bought myself a copy of People Magazine. The cover reads: “Hottest Bachelors! 39 Pages of Great Guys.”
I figured if 39 pages of Great Guys couldn’t cheer me up, nothing could.
The cover photo is of Taylor Hicks, whom, I must say, is a cutie. Unlike most Americans, I know next to nothing about Taylor Hicks. Until recently, I had no clue why he had suddenly shot to fame.
I don’t watch TV. I own a TV, but I don’t get cable, and up here in the mountains that means I receive the local news channel fuzzily, but that’s about it.
I’ve never really watched TV. Even as a kid, I would sit with my family in the evenings, as they watched the boob tube, and I would read a book.
I was thus shocked and amazed when my local newspaper actually started running a weekly column whose subject was American Idol. Not only did they run the column, but it consistently got a high click count on the newspaper’s website. In the weeks prior to Taylor getting crowned, or whatever he got, there were actually front page articles about, you got it–American Idol, in several newspapers, including USA Today.
So, in today’s world, I guess it’s not enough to watch a TV show. You have to read about it the next day–in the newspaper or on the Internet. It must be deconstructed like a great work of literature. It must be examined minutely by the masses.
Wow.
Me. I think I’ll remain sans TV.
But I’ll drool over Matthew McConnaughy’s photos in People Magazine anytime.
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Shhh…if you let it be known that you aren’t watching American IdoL, I hear told that someone, or something, shows up at your house and makes you watch it.
Goodness, when did Matthew get so buff? Excuse me, but i suddenly have to go to the grocery store to get some, um, milk. Hope there’s a People left.r
Ditto
We are entirely too obsessed about celebrities as a society. I am actually very against it. They have jobs as entertainers. Not as people who are better than everybody else. I am glad to see T Hicks sing on American Idol. I am disturbed that people want to know what he eats for breakfast.
EM:
My 11 year old daughter lives with me during the summer and her mother during the school year. They watch American Idol.
I do not.
Over the weekend, my daughter asked my with big shiny hopeful eyes whether or not I liked something called Bo Bice.
I said, “I never had any…do you put ketchup on it?”
Judging from the look of digusted shock on her face, this was precisely the moment when her dear father turned suddenly into a musty old man with frayed plaid pants, cracked white shoes, and an embarassing little drool problem to complement his, like, total ignorance.
For what it’s worth, I heard Bo Bice on the radio today. Turns out he’s a singer. Who knew.
He sounds like REO Speedwagon karaoke.
My daughter has never heard of REO Speedwagon.
Just sayin’.
-J
Seems fair. I am drooling over you.
Frankly, i am disappointed in you, EM. Posting half-nekkid pictures of celebrities and filling your blog posts with their names. this looks like a tired blogger’s desperate attempt to boost ratings. or a lot like Ashvegas.
you get a few ads, and look what happens…
where are the musings on Ciscero and circumcision? where’s the high-minded torment over whether to fly to your next vacation or drive your gas-sipping hybrid? where are the book reports? blogging for books? the adventures of rocky and houdini?
taylor sucks.
I’m a little leery of commenting right after that last one but I made it over so here goes. Who is Taylor Hicks?
You sound as though you have been having a blast over here, you nerdy hot party girl! Makes me think that at some point, people will just need to set aside life and have one big blog neighborhood PARTY, conveniently located or not. Your place could work. Or Chicago…
And face it. Hoss drools. Period.
Hurrah, Vicki. I’ve been missing your spot-on comments. One day I want to have another blogger par-tay and invite all of my blogger friends from around the country. If we planned it far enough in advance…
Cute, anonymous!
O hush, Ash. Damn, I’m turning into you? Checking for chin hairs. Nope.
JA, I’ve never like REO Speedwagon. You are getting old!
Kiss, kiss, to all of you. Especially drooling Hoss!
Ok, I’m with you on this American Idol business, or lack thereof.
But I have a very serious question: Is it the dreamy prospect of taking a bath with Matthew McConnaughy that makes women dismiss his, er, grimy-ness?
He does know there is such a thing as shampoo and that civilized men actually use it?
Just wondering.
I liked Taylor on the show because he was himself. His Zany dancing and singing were a riot and they reminded of Mark Cuban for some reason…