Sweet baby jesus with carmelized apple sections.
I went looking for this interview because as a fangirl, I wanted to see whatHeather sounded like in real life. As I watched, though (and envied her haircut), I was overwhelmed with fury and despair at the absolute bottom-feeding shit journalism I was witnessing, and don’t talk me down by saying this was a talk show for ladies who eat bonbons in the daytime or some shit, I am embarrassed for the entire medium, no, forget it, for the species, by the question of “Who is on your blogosphere?” Because … WHAT? What is that? Simultaneously, where does the host/presenter/news twink to the right get off with her, “I think you’re very pretty but you SUCK” sermon at the end there?
The story has it all: Stupid, condescending attitude toward women? Check. Stupid, condescending attitude toward mothers? Check. Something common being characterized as revelatory because somebody just discovered it? FUCKING CHECK. God, I hate my life a little because it now includes having heard someone (an orange someone, with scary hair) describe her reluctance to understand a particular communications medium as afear of computers.
And like I said, I get that this is a fluffy morning show. But, someone pays these people, and someone pays the people who tell them things, and SOMEBODY shouldn’t be drawing a paycheck this week, is all I’m saying. The shit we let live TV get away with is staggering. You’re gonna do a story about something, you’re gonna interview someone about what she does, least you can do is LEARN ITS FUCKING NAME.
*Title stolen from a Wisconsin State Journal feature article, published I think during my senior year of college, about the expression “WHOOMP THERE IT IS!” I graduated in 1996, just so we’re clear.