Tue 31 Jan 2006 @22:10
I’m not a fan of reality TV. Generally, I find that it is neither real nor entertaining. I’ll watch the occasional episode of American Chopper. And I’ve seen one and a half episodes of It Takes a Thief (although I’d really like to see the old Robert Wagner series again instead). But I am a fan of Lisa Loeb. I have a line from one of her songs in my random quotes on this site. I buy her CDs. But I don’t plan to watch her show.
In Number 1 Single, Ms. Loeb enters the dating world following two six-year relationships. How does a good-looking, talented, successful, mid-30ish, woman look for love after more than a decade off the market? Apparently, in front of a camera. Next!
Is she just cashing in on her celebrity? Maybe I’m being hypocritical. Several of the bloggers I read write openly and honestly about their relationships. I’ve enjoyed fictional TV series and movies that center on the search for true love. And I’m certainly not one to give dating advice. I’ve hit the extremes of making really bad choices and alienating good choices often enough that I’ve taken myself out of the game. I understand completely how difficult it is to navigate the landscape of singlehood. I’m just not sure I understand why it’s now a spectator sport.
On another note, I know that some writers carry on little conversations in their comments. I’m not in the habit of replying to comments, and lately I’ve been pretty bad at even sending email to those of you that comment here. Sorry about that. But I want you to know that I do read and appreciate the comments I get. The recent ones from Jenn and from Lewis about the loss of Challenger were especially poignant. Thanks.
I’ve been thinking about what that day was like for me. As I wrote, I was teaching in Central Florida, but I wasn’t watching when it launched. In fact, I had forgotten that it was scheduled that day. An assistant principal made an announcement that “something had happened” (or some vague, non-committal phrase like that).
I went home and watched the news coverage. As I remember it, they showed the video over and over, referring to a “catastrophic failure” or some silly euphemism like that and stating emphatically that they did not yet know the fate of the astronauts. Like there was a chance any of them survived. Mass denial, understandable under the circumstances, but disturbing.
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February 1st, 2006 at 17:18
I watch the show but really it was more because I was curious to see what kind of person Lisa was. For so many girls she was just the cute girl behind the funky glasses who sang Stay and dated a Zappa boy.
Then I watch the show and I see (but don’t buy) Lisa supposedly having trouble meeting men and in one ep, she’s sporting what looks like a thong on television.
I didn’t expect Lisa to be this way. Don’t ask me why.
February 4th, 2006 at 08:00
You might not want to unscreen this. Ever. And don’t hate me for writing this, but. . .
This is the comment I was going to post when I first read this entry:
Of course, if you take yourself out of the game, you’re left to play with yourself.
Just a thought.
I wouldn’t have posted this (and have been contemplating this comment for days) but in light of your most recent post, I figured, why not? And about that poem. . .