Saturday, June 25, 2011

I'm Hired

Greetings Pups,

Okay, I have come to the conclusion that I know what job would be perfect for me. I should be a judge on any type of show that criticizes people for their singing. Why? you may ask. Well, I believe it is in my blood. And over the passed several days, I have gotten proof.

As many of you may have heard, Amy Winehouse (emphasis on the wine) had a bit of a faux pas of a concert in Belgrade, Serbia. In short, she was drunk; they booed her off the stage. Now I have a little Serbian blood in me, and I would have joined right in with them. And this is not the first time that the people of one of my homelands has had a bit of a problem with drunken singers.

Back in '78, even before I was born, Miss Grace Slick of the Jefferson Airplane and Jefferson Starship . . . and Starship, did a show with one of those bands in Germany. Again, drunk. Again, booed. Actually, I think this one was more of a riot, but you know how Germans are. I do, because I've got a little of that in me, too. Don't get me wrong. I've always liked Grace Slick. She's a talented lady, and she knows that if you're sixty, you shouldn't act twenty, even if you were a rock star.

And as much as I like watching drunks make fools out of themselves (don't we all), if I pay money for a ticket to a show, I better see the show I paid for. Even the boys of Oasis were kind enough to me to give me a good, incident free show when I saw them as a youngster. Come on, Ladies. Learn from the Gentlemen.

So, when the next reality singing show comes along, and you know it will, I'll take the job. I can certainly say the word "NO!" and make a good booing sound. It's apparently part of my native language.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Here We Go Again . . . and Again.

Greetings Pups,

Well, well, well. Haven't these last few weeks been so entertaining? Especially if you like sex scandals! And apparently, a lot of people do. Personally, I can' take it anymore, and sadly, none of these things shock me anymore. Maybe they never really did.

Now most people would probably be surprised that I wasn't stunned by the Arnold and Maria break up. As though being married for twenty five years makes a man not be a man. Maybe I was a bit taken aback by his choice of a mistress. While I never approve of adultery, if you're going to cheat, aren't you supposed to cheat up, as they say? Not to be rude or anything, but Maria, even getting older, is a beautiful woman. So come on, man. What are doing here? Building a sex addict defense?

Then we have these Blake Lively naked pictures. I guess legally I have to say alleged Blake Lively naked pictures. It's funny how she's trying so hard to deny it, as though it will have some negative effect on her career. Hi! Does she know the industry in which she works? And as I recall, she has been getting paid for about four years to portray quite a whorish character on TV. Now suddenly she's a prude. It's not as though anyone will really judge her even if these pictures really are her. I mean, it's not like she's fat or anything. That would really offend people in Hollywood.

Finally, we have the Congressman Weiner scandal. You know, I'm a grown woman, not a junior high boy. However, when I heard there was a sex scandal with a guy named Weiner, I thought, "It's too good to be true!". Now all I really know about this one, thusfar, is that there are text messages involved. Okay, I'm not on the cutting edge of gadgets, but I'm pretty sure there is no disappearing ink app for any phone. So I think those messages don't go away. When will people learn?

Look, I know that a few people have been thrust into the spotlight for reasons beyond their control, but most choose to be there. If you choose to be a public figure, you lose some privacy. If you want the perks of celebrity, you have to take the pitfalls along with it. We all do stupid things, but, if a world full of voyeurs cares what you do, don't think your actions won't be found out. So next time one of your screw ups gets out, don't be shocked. Just go back to your mansion and weep.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer