"misery loves company," the site says, and right now, i'm most likely not alone in my misery from having to listen to delilah, a nationwide syndicated radio host that my lovely wife, A., is enjoying with me in our newly remodeled "sitting room" upstairs.
we discovered delilah in st louis, and hearing her just makes a little more bile rise to the edge of my palate -- anything that reminds me of that city lately has had that effect. now she's here in my current city of residence. thank goodness.
sad housewives call her and cry on her shoulder, and she's oh-so-comforting to them. then she plays one of three songs: "right here waiting for you" by richard marx ... "you gotta be" by des'ree ... or anything by peter cetera. and any of those apply to whatever advice she's pushing out.
it's like oprah for the radio -- nothing controversial, nothing cutting, nothing the least bit substantive or that strays too far from a hallmark card.
and people just eat it up.
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i finally told BHF about the site friday night ... i wasn't concerned, because in a month or so of posting, i've not written anything about porn, breasts, five-ways with the neighborhood cheerleader group, etc.
and yet at a dinner party friday night, BHF was going on and on about anal waxing and her husband. i figured what the fuck -- if she can be dirtier than me, why not tell her about the site?
the party was another one of A.'s friends' gathering ... another trip down memory lane for her and her high school friends. i was done long before the evening ended, but that's just me, a stick in the mud.
A. and her circle were what i would consider bad kids as teenagers. it made me sad to hear them tell these stories. i kept putting myself in the parents' place -- how would they feel knowing their kids were doing this? and then i have a worse thought: maybe the parents all knew and didn't care anyway. to me, that'd be the worst feeling of all.
and then we started talking about marijuana, and one of the group's husbands shocked the hell out of me by proclaiming his massive pot usage in college. he's not the guy i would have guessed to be that way. and that led to the inevitable "do you remember the time" stories about partying and tha chronic.
(insert ironic eyerolling emoticon here)
i'm all for legalization, because let's face it -- making it illegal sure hasn't worked, and the side effects are close to those of liquor, and yet that's celebrated all over TV every weekend. but to revel in "oh man we were so stoned" stories ... that's just sad. those stories got old when i was 19.
i never understood why people go to such great lengths to celebrate being trashed. it's nothing to be proud about, and certainly nothing to look back on with nostalgia, i don't think.
but i wasn't the one in the car, driving home from a skiing vacation, totally stoned. so what do i know?
