Sean “Puffy” Combs stated in this months issue of “Jane” that he feels the MTV show TRL is diverse and appeals to all music fans.
That reminds me of that line in The Blues Brothers when Jake (I think) asks what kind of music they like at the bar where they’re going to be playing and the bartender says “Oh, we like both types… Country and Western!”
I guess they laid off 200 employees at MTV last week. No on-air personalities were let go, however. If they riffed 200 people and kept that freak Jessie guy, what kind of people do they HIRE at MTV?
And, more importantly, can I get a job there?
Just a quickie, because I’m off to pick up Esteban from the airport.
I’ll bet all two of my male readers’ ears perked up… quickie? quickie? Did she say quickie?
Last weekend, I was driving around listening to the Packer game on the radio, trying to retain a little fall factor even though the trees have pretty much given up the fight, I stopped to get some gas. I was waiting for my tank to fill up with incredible $1.16 a gallon gas… off subject for a second… can you believe that crap? In the beginning of September, it was $1.79 a gallon (with the exception of that brief stint on September 11, when it was something like $4.13 a gallon) and now it’s dropped more than $.60? Did they find more gas? Did the government lean on the oil producers, saying “You know, we’ll forget about these little incidents of price gouging, but we think that you need to quit with the crazy gas prices before we remember that you get your product from the Middle East and start to regulate the shit out of you, ‘k?”.
Anyway, as I was standing there, a guy walked by me. There was nothing too incredible about him. Just a normal Wisconsin guy… the kind I normally have no interest in whatsoever. I usually go for the intellectual types, the artsy-fartsy guys…. think Theatre Majors. Honestly, I’ve never actually GONE OUT with one of those types of guys, but those are the guys I used to lust after. Little wire-rimmed glasses, journal in one hand, all-natural fiber-wearing types. I’ve never been a person for the machos, the “Mel Gibsons”, the hunter/fisherman kind of thing. Steven Segall only reminds me that we are only a few evolutionary steps from apes. Social Darwinism is at play, here, I’m certain, but it is what it is.
Anyway, this guy walks past me. He was more or less fit, not terribly muscular (I think I’m intimidated by muscles, actually), but still looked very strong. He was driving a humongous pick-up truck–extended cab, emaculate, the kind that has four wheels in the back. Honestly, that seems so stupid to me. I mean, tires cost enough as it is, why would you want to have a truck with SIX tires? Are you trying to tell the world “Hey, look at me! I’m so manly and rugged that I need two extra wheels to do my manly things.” Whatever.
He was wearing camo pants, hiking boots, and a tight black turtleneck shirt. He was balding but his hair was neatly cut. Think a younger version of “Major Dad” sans mustache.
Anyway, all I could think was “VA-Va-Va-VOOM!!! Yummm-me!” and I did the “Risky Business” look, as I unconcsiously lowered my sunglasses and watched him as he strode manfully across the parking lot.
But it gave me the wigguns. What the heck was THAT all about? I mean, hunter guy? Hunter guy in a Testosterone Mobile?
So I discussed this yesterday with Carissa because this is her type of guy. And I was explaining that I didn’t get it but I think it has something to do with evolution. It has been postulated that women desire very manly men when they are “fertile” and desire sensitive Tom Hanks kind of guys when they are not. So it’s this weird evolutionary thing: marry Tom Hanks, but get impregnated by Arnold Schwarzeneger.
And that makes me sad. Because the world does not necessarily need more Arnolds or Jean Claude Van Dumbs or even more Stallones, despire reports that Sly is actually rather intelligent.
Luckily for me, I married a big intimidating sensitive guy. Speaking of which, got to go pick him up from the airport now, so I’m ending this diary without making a point. Actually, if you’ve been reading me for any amount of time, you should be used to that by now. Ciao.
