TV sucks . . .

. . . you in so much you lose track of time and end up sitting on the couch watching some show on FOX about two, has-been TV anchors (one male, one female) in Pittsburgh that had sex one night 10 years earlier and produced a daughter. Except the dude had no idea that for the last 10 years he had a daughter because he's a womanizing asshole and when the lady tried to call him after their tryst he was too busy packing up boxes and moving to LA to do the news there to return her calls. Plus he thought she was in love with him and didn't want to deal with her "drama." Puh-lease.
Unfortunately, I am now addicted.

Another mindless, senseless and "I'm-embarrassed-to-admit-this" show that SUCKed me in last night was Gossip Girl. Now I will admit that I've read the books and they're great fun. They will not win a Pulitzer Prize, nor will illustrious writers ever invite the author to join the Algonquin Round Table, however, they are what they are: Fute. Fun & Cute (Thank me and my sister for that one). The TV Show, Gossip Girl, is a whole other literary disappointment. Most people would argue that everytime a book is turned into any other media medium (i.e. movie, tv show, play, etc.) it always lacks character development, a soft plot line and is basically, lame. But the Gossip Girl TV series really ices the cupcake. In the book the characters are mainly teenagers from the upper-eschulon of the Upper East Side in Manhattan. However, there's Dan, a homely fellow prone to cigarettes and long afflictions of self-doubt, loathing and angst. And Vanessa, a rebellious, chubby punk girl who shaves her head, wears steel-toed boots but finds sensitivity in poetry and visual art. I digress- meaning, Hollywood has taken this friendly, bubble-gum book series and turned it into a blubbering mess of no-name, beautiful skinny girls and insanely attractive, buff dudes. To put it nicely, this show is completely un-fucking-believable. It pissed me off that people who might channel surf through this show will not be able to understand the viability of the otherwise, young-adult fluff that fills the book series. People, seriously, this collection is like cotton candy. Light, airy, sweet and probably pink. What's not to like?