While driving to work this morning I found myself behind a truck that had a bumper sticker on it that read “Sheep!” The exclamation point was included and it was in one of those bad, early 80’s fonts that you used to see all the time in Dynomite magazine. To say that I was perplexed by this bumper sticker is an understatement. Possibly this is a grand social statement, as the person behind the wheel of the Ford F-150 is challenging the rest of the world to stop following the herd. That’s not entirely likely given the fact that he was driving a Ford F-150. This leads to the second possibility that this guy just really, really likes sheep. And given that Kansas City does not have a large shepherding community this disturbs me even more.
One last Super Bowl comment, I swear. This isn’t even about the game itself but about the brilliant Animal Planet counterprogramming of Puppy Bowl III. For those of you who didn’t switch to this at some point during the game (or at least the pre-game) I am sorry but you missed one of the most amazing sights ever on a television set. For hours Animal Planet showed a football field filled with, well, puppies. Puppies running around and playing, well, except for the bulldog who just kind of hung out in the endzone. After watching it for five minutes your head felt like it was about to explode due to cuteness overload and that’s when they would switch to the water bowl cam. When people say digital cable ensures that there is something for everyone this should be the prime example.
Switching gears yet again, I guess I should discuss the latest in my beloved Lindsay’s never ending rehab saga. In what I consider to be a very encouraging sign, Lindsay left rehab to go party with Paris Hilton. Some people consider it to be reckless, I view it as an indication as to just how well her rehab is going. I mean, you wouldn’t hang out with someone like Paris if you were worried about being tempted into doing any sort of illicit behavior. So, since we all know Lindsay to be an intelligent and rational woman this is clearly a sign of her strength of will where even the swinging of a bottle of Grey Goose in front of her will not cause her to falter.
(Sigh. You know, we are getting to the point where even I wouldn’t date Lindsay now. It’s sad to think that the dude who runs Girls Gone Wild is probably the best she’ll ever be able to do.)
But more interesting to me is some of the recent hubbub about Paris Hilton and her storage locker and what they found inside. The website has been shutdown, mainly because they included medical papers with her social security number on them as opposed to whether they legally owned the material, but people are a bit up in arms about what was in there including tapes of racial slurs and drug references and just altogether naughtiness. I swear that CNN had an article on their website about whether or not Paris Hilton was sending a good message to girls growing up. To which my response is…
Who in their right mind would ever look at Paris f’ing Hilton as a role model?
Seriously, I know we slag on the youth of America but even they are smart enough to know that Paris is worthless. No one can quite explain how she even became this famous. She was on the cover a few magazines, attended some parties and, thanks to the fact that E! needs to fill up twenty four hours of programming, was thrown down our throats as someone who is important. She’s not even the best looking member of her family, Nikki is prettier and seeing her on television doesn’t leave you with the feeling that you should be taking penicillin. There has never been anyone who has made more of a career of being famous for nothing other than being famous. At least Zsa Zsa Gabor occasionally acted, Paris doesn’t even really do that. Just remember that in a few years the plastic surgery won’t hold anymore and there will be a new starlet in town and Paris will just float away into memory. And boy, won’t that be an interesting second act.
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