Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Sad excuse for television


This is the third Rolling Stone cover in the last few years that has made me cringe...not only cringe, but become really angry. I am not one to get angry often, it takes a lot to push me over the edge, but this is ridiculous. The first was when Jessica Alba was on the cover, followed by a young Zac Efron with his hand awkwardly inside of his wet shirt, revealing his barely legal six pack. These covers make me angry because Rolling Stone is a music magazine, and should thus have musicians on the cover, and it doesn't usually follow trends, but this cover and story are an all time low for the mag. As much as LC and her gang of over privileged, undereducated, self-indulgent minions contribute to society and give us a realistic idea of how difficult life must be for a twenty-something in Hollywood these days, they have nothing to do with music (except for Audrina's parlay into the musical industry).

Although I was once at the mall coincidentally when Stephen Colletti and Kristin Cavallari were visiting to sign autographs, and girls were crying in a manner similar to when the Beatles made their first appearance in the US, it in no way puts these "reality" tv stars on any level similar to a musician. That the Hills is now onto its 2nd or 3rd season really speaks to the intelligence and creativity of Gen Y. It is sometimes embarrassing to be a part of this voyeristic generation. The Hills is the new Saved by the Bell or Boy Meets World, where we are invited to watch a group of good-looking teens grow up on screen, and watch as they pass through different stages of their lives. Only, we didn't get to see "The Hills College Years" and the characters don't have a Mr. Feeney or Belding who somehow travels with them through the hard times in life to give them gems of wisdom--which might have been a good idea for them. Times are so hard when LC assumes that she and Stephen Colletti might start dating again, and sadly listens to him tell her that he is glad that they can accept that they are just friends.

Granted I know way too much to say that I am not mildly entertained by this sad excuse for a television show, but there isn't much else on TV these days. This show is a joke and the characters will do nearly anything for a buck. Hopefully by the time I have children, reality TV will be pushed by the wayside and they can appreciate a new version of Bayside.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Slow and steady wins the race?

I just started running after a long sabbatical. I guess that sounds like I ran regularly at one point. I have never really run as a hobby, but played sports. It just sounds better to say "I started running again" than to say "for the first time since high school I am attempting to partake in physical activity on a regular basis." It's not easy. I live on a hill, so when I start my run, I think "oh man, I am in way better shape than I thought I'd be." But the minute the ground flattens out, it turns from a decently paced run into a trudge. And for some reason, I think everyone passing by is judging me. So I stay on side streets unless it is necessary to run on a busy road...at which point, I speed up significantly, eagerly awaiting the next side street that I can turn at so I can continue breathing like a normal person. I don't know why I would assume anyone would care that I am running along at a pace that could probably be passed by speed walkers. I reason with myself and think "they are probably assuming I'm on the end of my run, so this pace is expected." And then I look down at my iRUN and realize that I have only been running for about five minutes and breathing has become a chore. I push on through the 5k at the pace of a senior citizen and get to my house and collapse. Tomorrow it'll be a little easier...hopefully.