There's no reason to blog about this other than as a confession.
I realized recently that I must have an addictive personality. Maybe "realized" isn't the correct word, more like "admitted to myself" would be more accurate. They say that's the first step anyway. I don't know what the other eleven are. Yet. Luckily, my addictions aren't those of the rehab variety. Probably because there isn't rehab for those addicted to, well, ridiculous things like I am.
One of my best friends is a news junkie. She HAS to have her daily dose of current events, be it online newspapers, talk radio, local news reports, anything and everything political she is attracted like a moth to the flame. Me? I like dance shows. I totally geek out about them.
Exhibit A: Who watched "So You Think You Can Dance?" this summer? Me. What am I, 18? No one I know, especially no one in my age bracket, cares that Joshua beat out Courtney, Katee and Twitch. No one I know even KNOWS that. But I do, because I still think Will was eliminated too early. See? None of you know what I'm talking about, do you?
I give you Exhibit B, BBC's Strictly Come Dancing and the US version on ABC called Dancing With The Stars. Yeah, I watch both. I HAVE to. Despite what my son tells me, one is NOT enough. I am definitely more entranced than a cobra swaying to the snake charmer's tune when I watch the professional dancers and the celebrities descending the stairs during introductions. It's the sequins and the spangles and the bejewelledness of it all! I mean, some of the outfits are so outrageous and ridiculous that they could ONLY be part of a costumed production of some sort or a really great Halloween costume. Some of them are just OTT enough that I want them. Hanging in my closet. For the next soiree. That calls for something in sequins and/or feathers, or both. Here's my question. What happens to them when the dance is over?? Do they just get hung up and forgotten in the Big Wardrobe Department in the Sky? Only an addict would ask. I would hope they're at least sent to a charity auction on eBay, like everything else touched by a celeb. I'll have to look into that.
There are more addictions to share...but I've got the shakes. It's Friday. Strictly isn't on until tomorrow night. The next DWTS airs Monday.
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- M---
- Austin-ish, Texas, United States
- Does this really matter? Who reads this anyway? Seriously. Okay, fine. I'm probably the only Poli-pino you'll ever meet and I: like to cook up a good meal (but if given the choice I'd rather eat out); watch TV and films from here and there; love to laugh and try to do it often; hate to cry but end up doing so...and often; believe we ALL make a difference to SOMEONE at SOME POINT; love long walks on the beach, it's cheesy, I know, but I do love them especially with my family; wish I was as erudite as Stephen Fry, as cleverly comedic as (too many to name here) and as oblivious as Mr. Bean. Obviously I could go on...that's why I started the blog!
2 comments:
Yes that would be totally understandable to me! (The NEWS JUNKIE!) Love you M!
When I read the first paragraph I thought you were saying that people are addicted to YOU. Although a strange little line for me to type -- I do believe there is some truth in it. I just cant' get enough of your wit in your blog, your cute little snort, and those splits.
You may now call me stalker!
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