Man, this is tough! And it's only the seventh day of the month. Perchance I needed a few more months of blogging chops before taking on this NaBloPoMo thing. I'm all, OK! I'll do it! Will it make you like me? Sure, I'll try that funny cigarette! You have a bridge in London for me to buy? I'll take it! "Gullible" is too in the dictionary. Isn't it?
No seriously, this is fun. I hope I'm still married at the end of the month though. (Tired. Punchy. Going to bed soon).
So today I'm thankful for America's Next Top Model. It is such a wonderfully guilty indulgence. And it is guilty, because I know that by my very fanhood I am encouraging the objectification of young girls. I know! But they are so horrible to each other, it makes me feel good about myself (schadenfreude, anyone? Seriously.) And it is cute how badly they all want this, how they want to prove themselves to Tyra. And I am always happy for the one who wins (my money's on Heather), for real. I'm waiting for one of them to make it big. And I love the photography. Seriously, it's art. And for an hour I can be who I was before this mommy thing happened.