No Longer A Fan of Lipstick

I was practically in tears when I found out that NBC was going to cancel one of my favorite guilty pleasures...Lipstick Jungle. Another creation of Sex and the City's Candace Bushnell was seemingly similar until I took a closer look one bored Sunday afternoon. I watched the entire first season on Hulu and then waited in anticipation as the second finally began. No sooner was I sunken into it's story line and complicated yet stylish drama when I heard the tragic news....

Well, it's been a while since I took in an episode, the holidays had me running ragged. Finally I took a second to watch episode 12, which is supposed to bring closure to a lot of hanging issues. Will Joe and Victory get married? Is there something between Niko and Griffin? And will Wendy and her husband break up over Shayne's scattered rock star dreams...??
WILL THEY??!!

WHO CARES!!! I was too focused on Brooke Shields GOD AWFUL Botox.... eeeshh!
Why do women do this to themselves?

PS: The worst news is, it's actually NOT canceled...just when I've decided to boycott.

Sick Sad World (a skeptical review of the times)

Anyone remember that old MTV show, Daria...you know...right before they started flooding every one's lives with "reality" TV? My generation was almost at it's point of no return with MTV, save for the obsession with the one ray of hope, the single item on their roster that came even close to baring truth to the teen experience (at least the teen experience of my day). Daria simply rocked.

Remember on Daria the show that always came on she and her friends would watch with a glazed look over their faces, 'Sick, Sad World'? The show that mocked all shows, and seemed to be the biggest over-statement of the entertainment world, at least at the time (late 90's). Well, take a look around...we're living in it. The obscene following of mediocre, food-deprived pop stars, the matter-of-fact attitude towards hard core drug use (why do people still book Amy Winehouse??), the disgusting insult to every one's intelligence that is called "commercial advertisement"...is it just me or has the REAL world (the actual world, not the "reality" show) become it's own caricature???

Maybe this is "growing up", the diapers coming off so to speak. The second coming of mental development, when my sensory perception once again changes and I look around to find that I wasn't REALLY seeing anything before. Because of this, I can laugh it all off. I can laugh off the fact that HONESTLY come November we get to choose between a half-dead vet. and a moose-killing insane person or a president who, lets all face it...has a higher chance of being assassinated then all the Kennedys combined (God forbid). I can laugh off the fact that the only television I can stand these days are old re-runs of the Mary Tyler Moore Show- live streamed, sexless and commercial free. I can also laugh off the fact that whether it be the second coming of Christ, a massive hydrogen bomb or good ole' green house gases; we are all probably going to see the end of the world much sooner than we should.

Happy Hump Day!!