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Monday, July 12, 2004

The unexamined booger is not worth . . . well, you know

Via tbogg, I learn about Meghan's trip to the shore. Will Meghan escape the oppressive minutia of her life as a servant to four imperious children and a remote husband and experience a spiritual and sexual awakening? And then, later, walk far into the sea? Naw. No such luck.

Thanks to tbogg I and many others have been introduced to the chronicles of America's Worst Mother, as tbogg calls her (I would just call her America's Most Pretentious Mother), and her four children, little Blake, Taylor, Brittainy, and Joshua. Ha! Just kidding - nothing so pedestrian and middlebrow for Meghan, whose children are actually named Philippa, Hyacinth, Persephone and Desenex. Kidding again! I'll leave the snarky commentary and names to tbogg, who does it so well.

I DO wonder one thing, though: When Meghan is frantically looking for little Phoebe, who'd just gone missing, did she REALLY describe the child to a stranger thusly:

An anxious woman emerges from the crowd, "What are you looking for?"

"Two year old, bright blonde hair, about this tall — " I gabble, looking past her.


"Bright" blonde hair? If you were in a panic, describing your missing child, would you have the presence of mind to add such a qualifier? At least Meghan didn't say, "Bright blonde hair, cornflower blue eyes, peaches and cream complexion . . . "

Of course her child wouldn't have plain ol' dirty blonde hair.

I feel hopelessly mean for even posting this. Maybe I'll delete later. No one will know . . .

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