Yesterday, I was taken to task for writing a too-girly post. Apparently, there are some folks out there who aren’t as interested in shoes and purses. Hmmm. What to write about today, then, to balance things out? (I am all about keeping people happy, usually to my detriment, but that is another post entirely.) Well. What about competitive eating?
Last night I watched a True Life on MTV all about this subject. (I know, it’s an old one, but it was new to me.) Let me say that I was both intrigued and completely disgusted. Often at the same time. I know it’s a talent, and a hobby, much like horseback riding or playing the violin. And yet, you have to wonder. What makes someone realize they can not only do this, but well enough to compete? Are you simply the person at the table who always wants seconds, or thirds, or fourths? The one who isn’t full unless they eat ten pounds of lettuce? I have to say, I was fascinated by this. And especially by the all-time champ, who once ate 17.7 pounds of cow brains in 15 minutes. Yes, you read that right. I don’t think I could even eat a spoonful of cow brain in ten years. I mean, I just shuddered WRITING that. Ugh.
After the eating show, we flipped over to American Idol, which I have to say kind of disappointed me. Was it just me, or did everyone sound weird last night? Maybe it was my TV, but it seemed to me that the sound was off, like the music wasn’t as full behind them as usual. (You can tell I know nothing about sound or audio by that very technical description. Sorry!) It just felt like something weird was going on, as person after person sounded shaky and strange. I guess it’s better if everyone’s off, and not just you, if you’re one of the contestants. Maybe they needed Stevie Wonder or Barry Manilow more than they thought? At any rate, it will be interesting to see who goes. Personally, I’m not sure who I’m rooting for yet, although in all honesty Ace Young’s staring-into-the-camera-with-hand-extended-fingers-wiggling finish gave me the creeps. Even more than the cow brains. But then again, that’s just me.
Finally, a book recommendation. Last night I finished Rattled, by Debra Galant, and it was really very good. I’ve seen it compared to Tom Perrotta’s Little Children, and I can definitely see the similarities, as both deal with young, affluent marrieds navigating the wilds of suburbia. Great characters, a solid story, and just really good, clean writing. Debra Galant was actually at the ABA dinner I went to earlier this month in NYC, but I didn’t get to meet her. I wish I’d read her book earlier, because I would have loved to tell her how much I enjoyed it.
Okay, so there you have it: no shoes, no purses. Just eating, Idol, and books. Tomorrow, though, no promises. It might be all about lipsticks. You never know…..