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A couple things:

Thing A:  

Last night I flipped on the tv and caught the last 10 minutes of TMZ.  I’m not one of those people that loves celebrity gossip, because frankly, I could care less.  I really don’t understand the obsession, but hey, to each his own.  

Anyhoo, that’s not the point of this blurb.  The segment I caught was Gwen Stefani at the airport with her two kids.  She was holding the baby and the two year old boy was bawling.  The spin that TMZ used was that her two year old was bawling because now there’s a newborn, and Gwen needs to start paying more attention to her other child.  

As I watched, I sat there and wondered why they didn’t spin the most logical explaination (but then again, I suppose that defeats the purpose of the show).  

Did anyone ever think that maybe the kid was bawling because there are 8 million paparazzi in his face snapping photos of him non-stop?  Seriously. The camera man kept asking the kid what was wrong and each time he cried louder.

Come on, now.  Use that littIe thing between your ears.  

It’s called…

Wait for it…

Wait for it…

Your brain!

I mean, honestly, these children of celebrities are going to be royally fucked up when they get older.  I really don’t envy that lifestyle.  I’ll happily sit with my privacy and Kraft Dinner, thank you very much.

Thing B:

Yesterday I broke down and bought new winter boots.  I tried to hold out as long as possible, but I can no longer sit at my desk with wet feet.  So there I was, checking out the bootage, and I noticed a woman trying to get in the door with a baby carriage.  She was struggling big time, while everyone just watched her, so, nice person that I am, I went to help her.  I started to open the other door, since she had one open already.  I figured it would be easier for her to push it through, right? So I stood there, my arms spread like bird’s wings and held both doors so she could easily get through. Instead of thanking me for my gracious deed, she gave me total attitude.  

This is what she said (in a totally nasty voice),

“Well fuck, I don’t need both doors open, you know.  You could have just held the one door.  Now I have to move the stroller over here.”

I just stared at her in disbelief and thought,

Seriously?  I’m the only person in this damn place that tried to help you and you give me attitude? I could have just watched you struggle like everyone else.  Shut your damn mouth, smile and say thanks.  It’s not that hard. Stupid bitch.”

Oh, general public, how you disappoint me so.


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