The Kathy Griffin Conundrum

I don't know what to do with Kathy Griffin. On the one hand, she is, forgive me, I can't believe I'm saying this, pretty funny. On the other hand, she is a famewhore. Like, she positively knows her place in the shimmering celebrity firmament, and on the other hand, she thinks she should be way higher in it than she is.

This is coming up because I'm watching what I presume is a rerun of the episode of her show where she, Michael McDonald from MadTV and someone else who I don't know who she was (oh, she's just been identified as Kari Turner, from JAG. Another show I don't think I've ever seen an entire episode of, despite it's consistent presence for something like seven years. Anyway...), go to Iraq to do a tour for the troops. So, this is, on the one hand, an admirable thing to do to go over and entertain the troops, because, damn, those guys do not have it easy, but, on the other hand? Famewhore. Because Henry Rollins, who has gone over to Iraq and done, like, eight shows, has not done two episodes of his non-existent reality show on this.

Though, that does make me think. What would a Henry Rollins reality show even look like? And what does his show for the troops look like?

Anyway, Kathy Griffin confuses me. Good that she went over and did shows in dangerous places, bad that she used it to make herself look important. She's funny until she starts to bug. And that's the Kathy Griffin conundrum.

Poor Satorial Choices

I can't even begin to discuss the public dialog going on right now in this country, because I find it so embarrasing and distressing.

And, in order to relieve this distress, I am forced to make fun of people who work around me for poor satorial choices. I see it much more in the summer than I do in the winter - presumably because everyone is scurrying around covered up by their winter coats in the middle of January. But in the summer...out it comes. Now, the men pretty much look the same year round, so, unfortunately, there's not a lot to make fun of there. The women, though...

There's a woman who works on my floor, and she evidently has several outfits that consist of formal wool shorts, worn with a blazer (buttoned) and a scarf around the neck, white tights, and black shoes. She was standing by the front doors the other day and she was clutching, I'm not joking, a straw hat with a black grosgrain ribbon on it. I don't quite know what to make of this. She has sort of an equestrian kickiness to her, but it's the white tights that keep getting me. The shorts, which hit a little above the knee and are cuffed are also pretty questionable. I feel like she's from the eighties.

One More Reason

NPR had a story this morning that Exxon posted 8 billion dollars in profit. And today is the anniversary of the Exxon Valdez. Oh, and gas at the Exxon station I passed today was $3.12.

So...yeah. One more reason to hate the oil companies.