I’ve spoken a few times about my propensity for shouting at the television during football games, but I’ve discovered of late that I have crossed over to new “territory” and now spill my wrath into the realm of other types of entertainment.
Take, for example, last week’s Celebrity Apprentice.
I have never had a fondness for Star Jones. I thought she was obnoxious on The View and was glad when she left the show. On the other hand, I’ve always liked Dionne Warwick…that is, until last week’s episode of The Donald’s hit show.
Lisa Rinna, who, to be perfectly honest, I had never heard of before the season premiere, was forced into being the Project Manager for Team A.S.A.P. If you didn’t see this particular episode, let it just be said that the women lost. The show is obviously about teamwork and when everyone works together, it shows. Unfortunately for the ladies, Ms. Jones and Ms. Warwick, each of whom have egos the size of Macy’s Thanksgiving Day balloons (and are just as full of hot air as the parade attractions) decided that they were solely responsible, for not only the concept, but also for writing the book that was essential to the project. The two made a case for having their names published on the cover. Only their names. The book was severely criticized for having print too small to be read for a person with average eye sight and the concept smacked suspiciously like the theme of the story The Wizard of Oz.
I have always been fond of the expression “T.E.A.M. means ‘Together Everyone Achieves More’” (as well as “There is no ‘I’ in ‘T E A M’”) but apparently neither one of these two self-centered divas have ever heard that expression.
Well, in the end, poor Lisa was thrown under the bus by this vindictive pair and she had to hear Mr. Trump speak his famous catchphrase: “You’re fired!”…and that’s when I went totally off on the TV set, without a football anywhere to be seen. They had to bleep a couple of expletives uttered on the show but there was no such accommodation for me who sputtered every single four-letter word I could think of (and perhaps even made up a couple of new ones) I was so aggravated. Then I realized that I was shouting at an electronic appliance about something that had happened months ago and I could have no affect on it or the outcome that so upset me. So I continued since there was no harm in doing so. MOTNSO (“More Often Than Not Significant Other”) was upstairs watching the Military Channel and if he heard me, he didn’t acknowledge it which I guess was a good thing.
Now I don’t know (and am admittedly a little worried) that this new trend of loudly expressing my outrage by things (other than sporting events) on the Boob Tube will continue.
I had to hold myself back when the lead story on the news was once again about Lindsay Lohan. Personally, I was fully expecting the anchor people to say “Our lead story tonight: Lindsay Lohan back in court again…and by the way, there was an earthquake and tsunami in Japan.”
Such is life when you live 50 miles from Hollywood. Which is where I think they will be able to hear me if Star Jones and Dionne Warwick pull this stunt again and get some other poor innocent is fired. On the other hand, when their day comes, I may set off fireworks on my deck.
I spend entirely too much time worrying about this stuff, don’t I? As my girls would say to me, “Mom, get a life.”