Waking up in the land of Oz and other craziness

October 3, 2011 at 12:44 pm | Posted in Entertainment, irony, modern trends, random thoughts, social comment, stupidity | 10 Comments
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Last week I had one of those days; the kind where you feel all achy and disconnected from your energy supply; so you surrender to the urge to lie on the couch on watch television.  I am one of what is probably a handful of people, in the U.S., without cable or satellite TV.  Because I live up against the mountains, over the air television and radio signals tend to behave erratically.  A radio or TV station I get today might not be there tomorrow and my living room is able to receive stations that my bedroom cannot.  The house is small, so they’re not that far apart, I don’t get it.  I’m not a huge fan of either medium so it’s not a big deal.

I flipped through the channels until I found something mildly interesting and immediately fell asleep.  I awoke to a program being hosted by Dr. Oz.  I didn’t see the remote or care enough to look for it so I watched what seemed to be a children’s program, but for adults.  In the beginning Dr. Oz hyped all kinds of vital health information that he said I needed immediately and that he was going to share that day.  Some of it never came up and what did was only lightly covered (or just plain wrong) so as to be completely useless.

At the beginning of the show, Dr. Oz was clad in dress slacks and a nice shirt; midway through the show, for no apparent reason, he changed into scrubs.  His audience seemed to consist of mostly overweight women, several of whom were chosen during the show to take part in whatever he happened to be teaching us at the time.  Being chosen must be an honor because each woman, upon hearing of her good fortune, would jump up and down clap her hands, and hug the people on either side of her before running to the stage, nearly unable to contain her excitement.  Some of the helpers had the added privilege of having Dr. Oz help them into a lab coat to wear while they were on stage, which made them all the more excited.

Once on stage the women were treated condescendingly, but didn’t seem to notice or care.  They would stand by his side as he did some sort of demonstration accompanied by his narration (that sounded as though he were speaking to a group of five year olds) using a visual aid, even occasionally holding and guiding their hands much like you would guide a child’s hand.  I found it disturbing that so many people are watching this guy, taking his advice seriously, and are willing to be patronized on national TV.  It was ironic that I found myself watching a doctor on television as a result of feeling unwell, and what I saw made me feel sick.  Perhaps one day his show topic will be the national epidemic of stupidity.

I learned that Dr. Oz is a practicing cardiac surgeon.  I wonder how he has time to do a daily television show and maintain a surgical practice.  If I needed heart surgery I would want someone more focused on practicing medicine than being a celebrity.


Moving on to radio.  Sometimes when I am getting dressed in the morning I turn on the radio hoping for NPR, but about half the time (because of that strange signal problem I mentioned) get a morning zoo program instead.  The format is mostly talk with the same three or four songs of the moment thrown in here and there.  The DJs are careful to use euphemisms for sexual intercourse and genitalia, I assume because they have young listeners…though I have heard the grown-up versions of these words on other radio shows so I know they are FCC approved.  The other day they played a song and the word sh*t was bleeped, yet they play songs with lyrics that would make me cringe if I’d had an adolescent listening to them.  I’m not a prude, trust me, but I think these lyrics might send the wrong message to young kids.

From S&M by Rihanna:

Feels so good being bad

There’s no way I’m turning back
Now the pain is my pleasure
Cause nothing could measure

Love is great, love is fine
Out the box, out of line
The affliction of the feeling
Leaves me wanting more

[Chorus x2:]
Cause I may be bad
But I’m perfectly good at it
Sex in the air
I don’t care
I love the smell of
Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But chains and whips
Excite me

Na na na na
Come on
Come on
Come on
I like it
Like it…

Ironic, isn’t it, that not all that long ago Rihanna made news when her boyfriend allegedly beat her.  Did she like it like it?  I’m being tastelessly flip, of course.  Violence is NEVER OK.

From Last Friday Night, by Katy Perry

There’s a stranger in my bed,

There’s a pounding my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ’s passed out in the yard
Barbie’s on the barbeque

There’s a hickie or a bruise
Pictures of last night
Eended up online
I’m screwed
Oh well
It’s a black top blur
But I’m pretty sure it ruled

Last Friday night
Yeah we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot

Last Friday night
Yeah we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard

Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we’re gonna stop-op

This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again

Trying to connect the dots
Don’t know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier is on the floor
With my favorite party dress
Warrants out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail

Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I’m screwed
Oh well
It’s a blacked out blur
But I’m pretty sure it ruled


Which would you rather have your kid/s hear, proper names for biological functions and body parts, maybe a swear word here and there, or these lyrics???


After having seen more Facebook pages than I care to, I think some users believe (possibly because of the site’s name) that the primary purpose of having an account is to post as many pictures of your face, from as many angles and with as many expressions as possible.  A better name might be Narcissisticbook.  And who has over seven hundred friends?  Though I actually stumbled on a site the other day that allows you to buy Facebook friends.  To anyone out there desiring to increase their friend count and willing to pay for friends, I just want to let you know that my friendship can be bought.  Don’t go through a website, cut out the middle man and buy me directly.  My price is negotiable, and I’ll consider all offers.


I’ve noticed, recently, we don’t wear, use, operate, drive things..we rock them..IE I’m rockin’ (using Gs and Ts are not cool) my new jeans for the party tonight.

Well, that’s it..I think I’m done rockin’ my blog for today.



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  1. A friend sent me this post because we both have said the same things about the Dr. Oz show. You are right, it is sad that people don’t seem to be able to think for themselves anymore. You are right on about the radio stuff as well. Went snooping, or should I say rocking, around your blog a bit and love it. You made me laugh today and if I ever need to buy any friends I’ll let you know.

    • Thank you, glad you enjoyed.

  2. I disagree with you about Dr. Oz. I think his show is very informative and he gives good solid advice about health, anti-aging, and weight loss and I thank God for him and his good work.

    • Are you kidding me? I’ve watched that show more times than I care to admit to and he contradicts himself more than a politician. What he tells you is good for you one day, is bad for you a week later. He also seems out of touch with the real world. One show I watched he said people wrote to him and said it was too expensive to eat healthy and he set out to prove them wrong. His solution was to show several meals that cost only 4 to 5 dollars per serving. If you have a family of four or five that is 20 to 25 dollars per meal and that adds up real quick in the course of a week, especially if money is tight, like it is for so many of us in these hard economic times.

  3. I take the view that anyone trying to sell something, even if it is just himself, is not doing it for my welfare. He is doing it for his profit. Medicine, health, fitness or religion are simply means to an end. Personal profit.
    Should I start pimping out my blog as a means to fame and profit? Transforming it into a reality TV show? Nah! I don’t have the necessary ego to tell other people what to do and how to believe. And the TV and Radio outlets shouldn’t let it happen.

    • Should I start pimping out my blog as a means to fame and profit? Transforming it into a reality TV show?

      YES! How would the reality show work? Would the person who survives the most puns win?

      • No one could survive that many puns. Not only would they suffer from puns and needles but the pun is mightier than the sword! Shhh. I’m listening to that wonderful song from “Tommy”; Punball Wizard”

        • Hahaha..you can’t help yourself. I’m a self described incurable smart-ass and I guess you are an incurable master-punster.

  4. I hate that Katy Perry song. A woman singing about a drunken “blacktop blur” she can’t remember but is “pretty sure it ruled.” No. I want Tori Amos to cover that song “Me and a Gun” style, so it’d sound more like what it really is.

    • Not a bad idea. I’m pretty sure it would rule 😉
      I recently saw something on TV about thirteen year old girl who became a Youtube sensation because she was so enamored with Katy Perry, and this song that her parents shelled out several grand to have a video of their kid, singing her own version, professionally produced. They didn’t seem to be bothered by the content or the fact that their daughter was only 13. The only thing that mattered to the family was their daughter’s fame.

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