Here we go . . . another vitriolic rant.
2007 has sucked so far, and I would like a clean break. I won’t blog about the details of the turmoil yet, but it’s imminent, and it’s nothing nice. My friend Lorrie says it best – life has stepped in and taken control. And I fucking hate it.
Let’s discuss something lighter, yet equally annoying. There’s a new reality show coming on. Now, I’m typically first in line to sample a reality show that involves competition, but this one is completely ridiculous. It’s a bachelor-style show, where the man gets to pick from a bunch of single (read: desperate) women. The twist is that half of them are 40, and the other half are 20.
As a person who is much closer to the higher end of that spectrum, I’m completely offended. It’s bad enough that there is a faction of women in their late thirties who are single, sensitive about age, and have issues when forced to compete with bouncy twenty-something girls.
It’s one thing to pick on a group of people that have issues that can be fixed – whether it’s plastic surgery or therapy or gastric bypass surgery or diet or exercise, etc. – but it’s an entirely different thing to single out people for something they can’t do anything about. Age happens, and for some of us, it doesn’t happen gracefully.
And I’m not on a bitter rant because I have a face full of wrinkles and sagging body parts. I’m one of the lucky ones who looks a lot younger than I am. I even get carded on occasion, which admittedly is a bit ridiculous. I’d give myself 26+, but definitely not 21. I’ve seen pictures of myself at 21. I don’t want to go back.
I don’t know if I can bring myself to watch it, although we all know that I will be glued to it, like a train wreck, as I am with most reality shows. The difference with this one is that it will actually piss me off.
