Irritation, Frustration and All the Other Ations

I'm frustrated and irritated.

I am frustrated because people have a tendency to frustrate and irritate other people and this is what has happened to me recently. Some of it could be considered none of my business but that has never stopped me (or any other breathing human) from having an opinion.

I'm irritated that a whore has a "singing career" jump started and people are inordinately interested in her because she's a whore. Prostitute, call girl, trollop....whatever you wanna call it...a ho is a ho is a ho. Not that I have anything against them necessarily, except for their tendency to perpetuate the marginalization, objectification and exploitation of women in our society. Sorry, yes you CAN work at Waffle House. (And no, I don't think I am better than anyone......except maybe someone who would sleep with a married man and use the fallout from it NOT to apologize for my part in it but to further my non-existent "career".)

I'm frustrated because I've been watching American Idol and this whole talk of some the contestants having had previous record deals is annoying. In my fantasies, the winner of this show should be someone who has been plucked from the cornfields of Kansas or the subways of New York....a person whose only audience to this point has been their church members or their parents or the family cat, or horse, or chicken. You know, a real undiscovered talent. These people with their previous record deals that went nowhere, well you had your shot, now let someone else get theirs.

I'm aggravated because this season's crop on Hell's Kitchen is pathetic.

I'm frustrated because no network execs have come to make a reality show out of MY life....I gots some reality for ya! And it has nothing to do with big boobs and who is sleeping with whom.

I'm irritated because my mother -in-law and her sister are coming to town for the weekend of Grover's birthday. Oh, I love them....it just takes an entire month for me to get the house "clean enough" for them. And even then it won't be....you know it won't. And he acts like a totally different person when his mom is here.....kinda rude and patronizing like he's afraid I'll make a mistake or something. What kind of mistake? Oh, who knows....maybe buying the wrong kind of gum...something dumb like that. The whole thing is making him a nervous wreck and irritating me.

I'm aggravated because I reallllllllly want a cigarette.....realllllly.

And I'm frustrated because, courtesy of YouTube (which I love, don't get me wrong), idiots can become stars overnight. Literally.

And on that note, let me figure out how this webcam thing works.:)

Peace alllllll..............