"...Junk Food Can Be Good if It's Country Cookin'..."

 

Working in radio can be tricky.
It's my job, and my pleasure, to be entertaining and informative on the show each day in hopes you will enjoy the time spent listening and hopefully make it a habit.
I also put a lot of effort into bringing you a daily radio show that isn't the same old same old.
If you're a regular listener, you've already experienced one example of that effort.
I'm not bashful about expressing my personal opinions.
Even when those opinions "go against the flow" of the current fad, rage or "thing".
Which brings us to today's topic.
The Kardashians.
Again, if you listen to the show, you already know how I feel about the silicone siblings, so I'm not going to waste your time or insult your intelligence by getting into some kind of rant here.
Suffice to say that I'm not a fan.
But since you're kind enough to spend time listening to the show and/or reading the blog, I think you deserve to know why I feel the way I do.
I don't like the Kardashians because you deserve better.
Given the exorbitant amounts of money that celebrities make, money that you provide by buying their music or seeing their movies or watching their TV shows, it seems only fair that you should get something substantial in return.
A really great CD.
A powerful and memorable motion picture.
A groundbreaking TV series.
And what are you getting for your money when it comes to this high gloss, low rent sister act?
The audio/video equivalent of junk food.
Seemingly tasty but ultimately unsatisfying and totally lacking in nutritional value.
Not to mention that they are old news.
Because the concept of "sexy sisters who are famous but we can't really figure out why" dates all the way back to the Eisenhower administration.
Today, it's the bodacious booties Kim, Khloe and Kourtney.
Sixty years ago, it was the Hungarian hotties Magda, Eva and Zsa Zsa.
The Gabors.
Like their successors, celebrities only in the strictest definition of the word:
"celebrity (n)(v) a celebrated or famous person; the state of being celebrated.
Notice that nowhere in that definition does the word "talent" make an appearance.
Like I said...Kardashians?...not a fan.
Gabors?
Well, at least Eva gave us "Green Acres"