Oh, the Irony...

I know it's been a while since I posted. LJ says 60 weeks. That seems like a lot, but I guess they would know. And now that I'm finally compelled to write, it is my active lack of interest in my subject that moves me to do so. I am just so ridiculously tired of hearing about Tiger Woods and who is or was or will be in his bed that I am ready to take a driver to the television. Who cares?!?! Seriously? It's none of my business. It's none of your business. What does it matter? The man is a golf player, not the second coming of Christ. I have long despised with a deep and abiding passion those disgusting 'entertainment news magazines' (that's what I just heard one of them call themselves), but you know what I'm talking about - the tabloid TV trash. My Mom watches two, back to back, swearing they have different 'news'. I can't even be in the same room. But occasionally, I'll be watching something I've DVR'ed and when it ends, that's what's playing and I hear a minute of the tripe before I can get to the remote to change the channel. One of the bubble heads on one ET or some similar show was discussing the 'Tiger Woods Investigation', yes she ACTUALLY called it that. An investigation. Really? Digging up dirt on the private life of someone who is now virtually unemployed is not an investigation, it's being nosy and then gossiping about it. But what really touched my heart was when another of the ladies (I use the term loosely) said that who she felt sorry for was "Poor Elin", what with her life falling apart so publicly and all. Oh, really? That's sweet of you. So shut up! And stop 'investigating' her marriage. Idiot. Seems like that might take a little of the public embarrassment part out of it. Leave people alone. Man, I really hate stupid people. Oh, look! Looks like I care after all.