Feminism 101: Populist Backlash and Covering The Logo

First of all, I did not "forget" about you yesterday. I was just doing other things. Like catching up on sleep. And watching the Nets lose to the Pistons. As if anyone actually cares about the Nets or the Pistons, what with Kobe Bryant surpassing Jerry West as the LA Lakers all time leading scorer. And he did it in less time. Anyway, I know you think I was neglecting, or forgetting or whatever kind of negative energy inserting into our relationship verb you want to use. Maybe I just needed some me time. Is that so wrong? I think I did a pretty good job of giving you space last summer. Even on the days when you didn't ask for it. But I could tell you needed it and I was sensitive just like you always said you wanted me to be and so I let you fly off the handle about the littlest thing and when you'd finally pull it together and offer up some kind of half-assed apology I just said everything is okay, really it is, and I went on about how it's important for people not to put so much pressure on themselves and how my therapist told me how you have to have compassion for the little boy, or girl as the case may be, inside you. Anyway, maybe I used those points up on something else? What a crock.

In today's installment of "Well, At Least I'm Not Bald Like Most Of The Guys I Went To Grade School With"...

This coffee shop, the one where I feel like I'm in Connecticut but is only 12 blocks from my apartment which I have still not paid the rent on this month, is playing the radio. Right now REO Speedwagon's "Keep On Loving You" is on. Actually, it was. It's over now. Anyway, after I stopped typing for a minute to reminisce about being 10 years old, I remembered that when I walked in, this song was giving me a serious mushroom ...

In soon to be related news, I started writing a few songs with Misty Boyce yesterday. She's a real pain in the wahzoo. I had actually tried to put the whole experience out of my head until the radio started playing the unwitting inspiration for the first song I ever wrote, the old Dan England and John Ford Coley classic, "I'd Really Love To See You Tonight".

Actually, I just pretty much kind of plain stole the melody and put my own words to it.

I was about this old when I did that:

If you can find me in Mr. Heath's class, I'll give you a free lifetime subscription to this website, on the condition that you click on the google ads in the right margin so I can afford to go Crown Fried Chicken everyday for dinner next month too. And, in case you were wondering... I've already checked and all the cute girls from that class are married now. Anyway, it probably goes without saying that my song wasn't nearly as good as Dan and John's. But at least it had a great melody.

In less interesting news...

As reported by the preeminent sources for accuracy in journalism The New York Post, CBS has not only cut the payroll generally but is specifically looking to dig in to the salary of one Katie Couric. You may recognize her as the winner of the Edward R. Murrow Best Newscast Award for the last two years. Or you may recognize her as the anchor of the newscast that has been dangling down in third place of major network ratings behind ABC's "World News" and NBC's "Nightly News" where, as reported by the Huffington Post, "... it has been since Dan Rather anchored the program." Clearly she is to blame for the ratings slump since the CBS "Evening News" was in fact a distant third in rankings while Dan Rather was the anchor, having been eclipsed first by Peter Jennings and then by Tom Brokaw at some point in the 1980's.

Anyway, some further astute reporting from the Drudge Report sited CBS's concern over a "populist backlash against Couric's cash" as rationale for her imminent salary cut.

For a list of other woman who clearly made too much money doing a man's job, click anywhere on this sentence.

Finally, I've gotten my required listening assignment for the day from one Ann Courtney. Let's watch it together shall we? ...

M

P.S. Ouch.

P.P.S. That hurt.

P.P.P.S. I'll be sure to talk to the editorial staff in the morning.

P.P.P.P.S. I guess the reason I'd Really Love To See You Tonight reminded me about writing with Misty was...

P.P.P.P.P.S. Damn.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I forgot again.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. It was on the tip of my tongue.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. At least I have great hair.