HATE! Plus other stuff.November 10th, 2011
I am soooo disgusted with this Penn State mess. Yeah, right, old news, but goddamn.
I don’t think it’s any secret, but I hate organized sports. They remind me of religion in all the bad ways. Sports make some people lose their fucking minds and forget their conscience and this debacle is a prime example. Joe Paterno should have been fired on the spot, the instant it became known that he didn’t do shit about something so monstrous.
“But he’s a legend…” NOPE. “But he is retiring anyw…” NOPE. “But he did tell someone..” NOPE NOPE NOPE!
Joe Paterno is a bad person. I don’t give a damn how many football games he’s won. I don’t care how many young men he’s inspired. I don’t care how much he “gives back.” HE HAS NO CHARACTER. Good people do not let atrocious, criminal behavior go unaddressed. Period.
Back in the day, I worked for the department at KU that provided tutoring to the student athletes. Let me tell you, the Athletic Departments at big state universities are scary and the boosters and donors are worse.
And those students rioting? Good god. I can only hope they are naïve or shallow or just plain drunk. I will say, from living in a college town all those years, that students love to go up to campus and raise hell. It happened a lot in Lawrence.
I am getting over this cold, finally. I took a sick day yesterday and just lay around. (Is that grammar right? It sounds wrong! I want to abolish the word LAY because it’s too confusing!) I really think that’s the only way to get over a cold when you’re decrepit. Also a friend of mine heard I was sick and came over with chicken soup and a Sprite, and did I mention I have some friends now? I KNOW! I text people and share rides and go have drinks. AND STUFF.
I decided after I got over cancer that I might want to quit being such a bitch to the other mothers in Holly’s class. You know, like let go of the resentment that a good number of them don’t choose to work outside the home and have giant houses and pretty nails and just quit judging and envying and all that? What a concept. So I did and now I have people who will bring me soup and people to talk to when I’m standing around watching cheerleading and going to the book fair. Life’s too short. I still envy, of course. I apologized for my carpet when my friend brought the soup. I can’t help it. I should have apologized for my damn self. I looked like unpaved road, but somehow I don’t care about that. I’m a freak.
I watched a marathon of CSI: Orange which is like porn for HD t.v.s and has anyone else noticed they match up everyone’s clothes like they’re going to a wedding? Except for Horatio – he wears the same shirt in every show. And orthopedic shoes. David Caruso has just given up. I have defended you, sir, to non-believers and I expect you to at least TRY to look sexy, even if you are balding, pasty and smirky.
One of Mr. Friendly’s ex-girlfriends who I hate (what? she was a bitch to him and he’s a nice fellow) swore up and down to me once that when she lived in Miami David Caruso made a pass at her in a bar. Clearly she didn’t know WHOM she was talking to when she told me this because she was all like, “AS IF, he’s soooo unattractive,” and I was thinking “AS IF, Snaggletooth, like David Caruso would even look at your old ass.”
I am almost 50 years old and I could get in a cat fight right now over David Caruso.
Not really, though, because I am feeling quite affectionate toward my husband, who sneaked into Holly’s room last night to get “Little Town on the Prairie” and then got quite distressed because he grabbed “These Happy Golden Years” by mistake and said, “OH NO, where is Little Town on the Prairie? I can’t read these out of order!” I think I’ll get him his own butter churn for Christmas.