(My daughter in 80's gear for a party.)
Life in the Silicon Valley is hard right now. Nearly 10% of people are out of work. Homes are going into foreclosure a mile a minute. Things are really tough here and I'm not going to get political on you, but I think this administration has no idea how to fix anything -- which means bring on the reality TV. Is there anything to make you feel better than the wild mess that is Paula Abdul freshly-botoxed? Or the Housewives of NYC convinced if they attend a party, it's an honor for the host throwing it? I state, there is not.
Last night, on "The Biggest Loser", Mandi sacrificed herself for her sister, voting herself off because her sister couldn't lose weight at home yet. What a beautiful gesture of what it means to be alive and in a family. So much better than wallowing in your ARM rate and analyzing tax statements.
God is in control, I get that. But did on last night's Biggest Loser, the black team won a luxury night out away from the ranch, and consumed something like 13,000 calories in an evening. Isn't that the perfect illustration of what America has done? We've been given a little rope and we can't handle it. We gorged on houses and stainless steel appliances and told ourselves we needed this and that, when really, we didn't. And we have ballooned to a weight we cannot handle because we did not live consciously. Only correction and self control can fix it and that is oh so painful, so I say, "Thank GOD for American Idol and spoiled housewives. Without them, losing the weight would be so much harder."