bleah to titles.

Here is one thing that I don&#146t like: every entry I write for loafe requires a title. It annoys me, that I have to label everything I say. I hate trying to come up with some pithy, relevant or logical title for each entry. It&#146s stupid. But I guess for the sake of organization and archiving, titles are necessary. It&#146s just annoying, that&#146s all I&#146m saying.


The weekend newspapers usually include two &#147magazines&#148 each week that I absolutely cannot stand. One is USA Weekend and the other Parade. I just hate them both, I hate them so much. Everything they write about tries to be so helpful and positive and encouraging. It makes me sick. They&#146ve gone and gathered the biggest piles of shit they could find, slapped some pretty and frilly little dresses on them, and handed them over to the American people. &#147Here, oh great America, here we give you valuable and insightful information to make your life better! Meaningful, important information and moving, heartwarming stories that will remind you how great life truly is and how lucky we are…&#148

Here are the two most recent headlines. From Parade, featuring a cover story on Samuel L. Jackson, &#147Growing up in the segregated South, Samuel L. Jackson knew the painful cycle of poverty, addiction and despair. But, he says, ‘I Had a Dream of My Own&#146&#148 Puke. And from USA Weekend: &#147Baby Steps, 15 of the absolute latest scientific findings on caring for your infant. They&#146ll help make today&#146s little ones happier, and healthier, than ever.&#148 Vomit.

Nothing I&#146ve ever read in those publications has made my life better, easier, smarter, happier or less stressful. In USA Weekend, 18 of the 22 pages had either full or half page ads. Parade&#146s 23 pages had 16 pages of ads. Just thinking about it now makes me crazy. And how much uplifting and emotional bullshit can we take? Honestly, who are these people reading this fluff? Here&#146s what I want to know: who&#146s sitting on his couch at home, reading about Samuel Jackson&#146s life, saying to himself, “Oh yes, Sam! You&#146ve inspired me to change my life! Thank you Parade! Thank you Sam! You had a dream of your own, and I do, too!” Guess what folks? Mr. Jackson is just pushing his new movie, and he doesn&#146t give a whit about you or your dreams. I liked him in Pulp Fiction and all, but I care about his personal life just about as much as he cares about mine.

You know what else annoys me? McSweeney&#146s. Don&#146t get me wrong—I mostly like the content and I always have a good time there, but the hipness of it makes me all snarly and pissed. Every chump who wants the world to know how cool he is proclaims his love of mcsweeney&#146s. Some ultra-trendy hipster who hates Bush, walking around with a copy of The Believer under his arm, drinking his lame coffee and smoking his lame cigarettes, saying how he loved Modest Mouse from the beginning, before anyone else even knew who they were and rolling his eyes at all the Johnny-come-latelys.

Here is a recent topic from McSweeney&#146s: E-Mail Shorthand that Civil War Soldiers Would Likely Have Used in Letters Home Had the Technology Been Available to Them. Okay, we get it. You&#146re cute and witty and fun and smart and spry and you love love LOVE Death Cab For Cutie and The O.C and jesus, aren&#146t you just so clever. so okay, WE GET IT. Now give me a fucking break, alright? Cause you&#146re killing me.

I guess this is a bit of a ranting entry today, eh? I&#146m full of the cranky and grumpy. To balance things out, I&#146ll admit I like reading the Ask Marilyn column in Parade.

Oh, also, with things like McSweeney&#146s, it&#146s just so hard to keep up with it. I&#146m exhausted enough trying to stay at my current level of coolness, which is really quite low, and I don&#146t have it in me to experience or learn or discover any more. It&#146s kind of like my deal with links and blogs and web journals—too many is too much. You know what I mean? Maybe it&#146s just me. But trying to stay current and smart takes a lot of work and I can&#146t be bothered with it.

Laziness—it gets me every time.

4 thoughts on “bleah to titles.

  1. Marianne

    I think it has less to do with laziness and more to do with motherhood….you become a mother and realize that all the things you thought were so relevant and important before mean NOTHING. I don’t know if you ever get over it and start thinking things other than your baby and your family are relevant, I’ve been doing it six years and haven’t reached that point yet.

  2. DG

    Botox.. All of those frilly, frumped up house wives of all of those rich, power grabbing republican men…they have had so many botox injections to keep up their paralyzed phony facades its gone directly to their brains.
    A cosmetically induced frontal lobotomy..
    Thats who reads those articles by-golly.

  3. Monkeyspit

    Someone just sent me that mcsweeneys link. I just can’t get into it…then I think, maybe it is over my head. Then I read about Civil War short hand and think,I get that! But it’s not funny. I must be a bah humbug scrooge. Then I give some change to a homeless person and I think..hell no.