Showing posts with label Get A Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Get A Life. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Can We Cut It Out, Please?

It seems to me that the media are going to do their very best to cut down this Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana kid. The scrutiny is bordering on the ridiculous. I fully believe that no one in this country is happy with anyone who is a positive role-model, and will not rest until they find some kind of flaw. It's just stupid.

The latest idiocy comes in the form of a blog post over at Consumer Reports Magazine. Apparently, in the latest "Hannah Montana" movie, there is a scene where the girl and her father are riding in the back seat of a Range Rover, and, *gasp*, she isn't wearing her seatbelt.

OK, this isn't a discussion about the merits of seatbelt use. This is me taking umbrage with the media in their relentless pursuit of imperfection. Yes, she's a role model to kids. Yes, if she was seen smoking a joint or drinking a shot I'd be a little (emphasis on little) upset with her. But I'd be willing to bet that few, if any, of the kids who saw the movie would remember either way if she was or was not belted in. And I'm talking about a kid who is asked without any prompting, of course. (I just asked my two girls if they remember the scene. Insert blank stares here).

As I said, if she were glamourizing underage drinking, teen sex, or drug use, I might get a little bugged. Seatbelt use should be mandated by parents. Period. Household rules should not be set (or for that fact, influenced) by a Disney star. If someone's parenting skills are so weak that a mistake by a teen idol could completely undermine their rules and regulations, maybe Consumer's should be posting about that. I see that as a bigger problem.

This isn't even about seat-belt use, if you ask me. It's the media putting a good, decent kid under a microscope and probing until they find the slightest chink in the armor. And the message that sends is, "Kids, you'd better be perfect before you walk out that door in the morning."

That bugs me more than Hannah Montana forgetting to buckle up, you know?

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Facing Up to the Inevitable

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketYou know, it's nothing profound to say that we all know when a relationship isn't going to work. I can't say that I didn't give this my all. When it became apparent that things weren't as good as I'd hoped they'd be, or as good as they were promised to me, I didn't just give up. I cajoled, caressed and gave it a lot of attention. I even got outside counseling involved. The outsiders offered advice, and even some hands-on assistance.

There are a great many memories locked up in there. Things we'd experienced together, saved in our memory, and now they're gone. Simple as that. It's funny how life turns on a dime.

I have to say, for the second time, I was completely selfish in this relationship. I was very demanding. I simply sat and told her what I liked, and didn't like, and it was all about me. I don't think I cared one bit about her needs. Of course, now that I know those needs weren't being met, I don't care. I'm disgusted, I'm cut off from the memories, and deprived of pleasure I haven't enjoyed yet.

The hell with it. I know for a fact that there are plenty more where she came from. There are countless others who are just sitting out there, and they are all meant to serve one purpose: meet my needs and demands, or be discarded, simple as that. You can't perform? Consider yourself replaced. Only, with each repeat, I vest a little less hope. I won't treasure those memories as deeply, because I know that, in reality, they can be taken away on a moments notice. Replace and move on, each new relationship will be more clear-cut each time. I don't care as much now as I did the first time, and, well, too bad. You didn't live up to expectations, you're gone.

Now, before anyone starts yelling too loudly, or feeling so sorry for my apparently shallow attitude, please remember who is writing this.

Unfortunately, the relationship I'm talking about is with my cable DVR box. Second one to fail in as many months. I'm not sure if I'm feeling much love for Comcast these days. Comcast: your Scientific Atlanta 8300HD Cable DVR box sucks.

And save the effort. I already placed an order for A Life.