WTF or "Who is running that show?!"
By Kathy Reschini Sweeney, who would like five minutes alone with whomever it is
Have you ever seen or heard something and thought to yourself: "WTF?! Who decided THAT was a good idea?" In my family, our expression for it is "Who is running that show?!". We accept this alternative because no one says the F word, in any form, in front of my Mom. Okay, there were some times in the '90s, but that was different.
Earlier today, I asked my FFFs (Fabulous Facebook Friends) for ideas on a blog, because I cannot blog about the stuff that is filling my head (The Royal Wedding, various stress-inducing events, how I hate certain people with a fire that rivals the sun, why I despise litigation, why we should each be allowed one murder, no questions asked, etc.). They came up with some wonderful ideas and after I read about them, I was left with this theme. (Note to Tom, Brenda, Nell, Heidi, Mike, Laura and Barb- watch this space for future blogs. Note to other TLC bloggers: no filching.)
Face it, my friends, there is a ton of screwed-up shit going on around us. Someone is at the bottom of this shit, and someone (maybe the same someone) is coming up with enough cash to spread the shit. Apologies to actual animal shit, which makes great fertilizer as well as a reason to keep the windows closed on large sections of the Pennsylvania Turnpike. The only thing this other shit helps grow is morons.
I give you, for example, talking heads on radio and TV. We've discussed this before. For every loon you hear ranting, there are at least two other ones aiding and abetting: the network and the marketing people. You can't just pull a public-access cable caper, like Wayne and Garth, and get massive media play. Someone at a network level has to authorize the program, and someone has to be willing and able to buy and sell advertising space.
Which brings me to certain product ads. Ladies and gentlemen: pajama jeans. Thanks to our own Ramona, I was reminded of a product that left my family gaping at the TV. They're pajamas! They're jeans! They cost $40.00. WHUH?! Forty bucks for pajama bottoms? That look like jeans? Do you have any idea the micro-percentage of people on the planet who would actually look decent in these things? Hint: if your age starts with a number higher than 2, you don't make the list. If you are going for comfort, you can get pajamas for much less, and since it has now become acceptable to wear pajamas in public (another WTF and thanks Josh) I just don't get it.
This leads directly to another WTF moment - one day I saw a rack of jeggings (an ill-conceived combination of jeans and leggings) on a rack that said "One Size Fits All". Guess what kids? That is a bold-faced lie. One size may fit you and I guarantee another size at another store will fit me, but not since the dawn of motorized travel and processed foods has one size fit all.
Why - other than genetics? One word: food. Glorious, wonderful, mood-enhancing food. My deepest condolences to those of you who do not love food. You are undoubtedly much healthier, assuming you force nutrition into your pie hole. But you will never know the ecstasy of the first bite of a Kara's S'mores Cupcake (thanks Lynn). Or the simple magic of warm chocolate chip cookies and cold milk (thanks Mom). Or the mind-numbing delight of a salad with crab, avocado and mango (thanks, Rev Susan).
I mean, even mac and cheese can go from the basic familiarity of the blue box to a dairy-filled delicious dish (thanks Janee). And a salad can be anything from a wedge cut out of a head of iceberg lettuce to the best Caesar on the planet (thanks Robin).
Another FFF (Marianne and I grew up on the same street and I used to 'run away' to her house) noted that some families (like hers and mine) make food part of our traditional gatherings and celebrations. Many ethnicities share this practice. As I've said before, a Passover Seder is damn near exactly like an Italian Christmas eve. Tons of food, tons of drink, and everybody talking at once. Heaven.
There is a little box at the bottom of this screen that tells me I just hit 700 words - normally I pay no attention, but at this point I decided to go back and read what I just wrote.
And here it is in much fewer (but less fun) words:
1. Life is filled with idiots, the things they do and the things they make.
2. Food is good. One magnificent cupcake can change a life.
3. No matter what happens, your friends are always there to help.
Your turn - share a WTF or a great food, or how a great friend helped you.
*Ding, ding, ding!* And we have another winner: thanks to Ramona for alerting us to this fine product called...the Cleavage Caddy. I can only assume it's most useful for cross-dressers, since I see no room in there for the actual cleavage. You be the judge.