They just did a whole story on coffee on GMA. I gave it up back in December, and am not sorry. But MAN do I want a double mocha right now. With whipped cream. I wonder if that craving ever really goes away? God, I hope so.
In other news, tonight is the premiere of the new Pussycat Dolls show, taking over the timeslot of Veronica Mars for the near future. Now, I’m trying to be open minded. I really am. I’m sure that the Dolls are, as they say, all about female empowerment, and not just skimpy outfits and being a “freak like me.” (I put that in quotes so that it would be clear that I do not mean like ME, but am just quoting the lyrics.) The New York Times has already taken swipes at the show: in fact, it seems to be the required reaction by most critics to call it lowbrow and lowdown. But really, is it THAT different from America’s Next Top Model, or even Idol, for that matter? Photogenic hopefuls, chasing a dream: does it really matter if it’s to sing, or model, or be a burlesque performer/singer/quasi stripper? So maybe it’s fine. But I think, to me, it’s the contrast with our Veronica that bugs me the most. Put it anywhere else in the schedule, and I’m fine. But taking the place where I usually see a smart, savvy girl, to me a true role model…and it just leaves a sour taste. Then again, I don’t think I’m the target demographic anyway. Neither, I think, is the bulk of the readership of the New York Times. So maybe we should just flip over to Idol, or Grey’s, and shut up. In fact, I think I will.
Speaking of being old (or maybe just feeling it) I am feeling all of my thirty-six years today, if only because I am slowly (and reluctantly) entering the world of text messaging. Yes, I know everyone does it. And yes, my phone has been more than capable. But it just…oh, I don’t know. Normally, I’m such a techno nerd, but I’ve been resistant to this. Like maybe I’m starting to realize that I don’t have to follow the wave of EVERYTHING anymore. To be totally honest, at this point, I sometimes think I’d be better off with less communication options, not more. But I’m beginning to think that resistance is futile. So I’ll do it, but be grumpy all the while, like your grandmother kvetching about having to give up her rotary phone for a touch tone one. And if you don’t know what a rotary phone is, then you probably have been texting since you discovered you had thumbs. Somewhere between that and grandma: that’s the middle ground I’m aiming for. Wish me luck!