I Wanna Be Trash

Coming Together

I'm starting the tedious process of sewing together the Mauve Motifs.

I have one of three strips done, then I put all three together and crochet the rest of the motifs in the next week or so. I really want to stay on course.

Shameless

In her post yesterday, Angie Mizzell asked us to name some of our guilty pleasures.

I have many, but trashy media comes to the top of the list.  Lest you think  from yesterday's post that I only sit around reading Proust and listening to Paganini, I do like to throw some TMZ.com andRadar Online into the mix.

However, Dlisted is my Queen of all Media.  It's not for the easily offended.  Raunchy, ribald, but extremely well written, not too many people make me laugh out loud like Michael K. (who ever he is).

My life would be complete if I could become Hot Slut of the Day. I'd be so honored.

My husband and knitsibs make fun of my weekly readings of the National Enquirer. My mother would subscribe to it and I would read it on occasion.  When she passed away, I started buying it.  Like watching westerns and listening to country music (a future post) it makes me feel connected to her in some small way.

Besides, who doesn't want to know whos had plastic surgery in Hollywood? Ok, I want to know.

I often get a slight smile and raised eyebrow from booksellers when I come to the check out with my Poetry Magazine, BBC Music Magazine, Road, and Enquirer.

Why, yes, they are all for me.

I used to watch Jerry Springer before it got to be so repetitive and I the antics of the Jersey Shore kids make me smile.

Although I pride myself on my skeptical nature and love of logic, I like to read my horoscope on the day after, just for kicks. 

By the way, I'm staying Team Leo.

Roar.

Why So Not  Serious?

When I first moved to Charleston, I didn't have a television for a few weeks, and I would listen to CNN on the radio as I slept.  After a while, I found myself  with a low grade anxiety, but it took me awhile to to realize that all the murders, kidnappings, abuse, and general incivility was seeping into my subconscious and weirding me out.

Now I'm more careful about falling asleep with the television on, and I take breaks from watching the news from time--only listening to a summary.

Trash media makes me laugh.  It relaxes me and makes me feel better.  It can be a tough, mean world out there, and sometimes, and I simply want to escape into a Jackie Collins book with a pint of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia, catch up with The Situation and Snookie, find out who's gay in Hollywood, and get my Dlisted read on.

I wanna be trash.

 

 

Comments

[Sus]

Okay, this is just getting weird. My Mom, too, got the Enquirer every week (and my Dad was constantly watching Westerns, so that's pretty close). Best bit of pop culture I remember from growing up with the Enquirer? Annual birthday photo essays on Louise Brown, the world's first test tube baby.

Also, Mauve is looking good! :)