I Don't Want To Be Fabulous

Now that I'm spending my days at home, I often leave the TV on while I do everything from clean house to even nap.  Red Dog and Black Dog both seem to think we should keep the TV on 24/7, and after having worked at a television station for five years, I'm used to having the noise from one on, even when I'm not paying attention to what's on the air.  I have paid a little attention to what has been going on in TV Land lately though, and of course I have an opinion on it.

Last week after forty-three years, the soap opera One Life to Live was canceled.  Now, believe it or not I watched this particular soap opera off and on literally all of my life.  So, even though the quality of the writing had gone down hill exponentially over the years, I felt that since I could I should watch the last  episodes out of some loyalty to the stories and characters I did enjoy once upon a time.

All throughout the last episodes, ABC advertised the cheap talk show it was replacing One Life to Live with, The Revolution.  From what I can tell it's some sort of self-help show that looks just as ridiculous as The Chew, the cheap food talk show that ABC replaced All My Children with last fall.  Anyway, one of the hosts of the show, Project Runway's Tim Gunn, says something along the lines of "we're going to teach you how to be fabulous!"  The thing is, I don't want to be fabulous!  I just want to be me, and that's just fine with me.

I am so sick of all these so-called "reality" shows and talk shows telling us how we should live our lives.  As if these people live wonderfully happy lives that are fulfilled.  I imagine most of them don't even know what it is to really be happy.  They probably can't imagine the simple joy of enjoying a quite sunrise on a river bank, the wonder of just a quiet moment, curled up with a loved one, or just the ability to find happiness in all the every day things around us.

We can't all always look like runway models.  I don't really ever want to look like one, quite honestly.  I always just want to look neat and non-frumpy.  I'm not looking for some new fads to make me happy.  I find happiness every day in feeling my baby kick, seeing my husband smile at a joke, or watching Red Dog or Black Dog be their silly selves.  To me, that's far better than the fake plaster of being "fabulous" that shabbily covers of a world of hurts.