The Empowered Lifestyle

It hurts my heart to see their marriage unraveling before an audience of over 10 million interlopers. We don't belong in their bedroom and when will they all learn. Jon and Kate plus FATE. Jessica and Nick's marriage crashed and burned when they decided that the limelight was more important than nurturing their newly-wedded relationship. The Hogans. What a horrible AND public wrestling match that situation has deteriorated into. It's only a matter of time before we see Kris and Bruce Jenner ending their marathon marriage in front of the confession cam as well. If they keep mugging for the 'must see' television addicts. Of which I am one, by the way. I'm not playing holier than thou but, well, as a mother and a pretty private person in so much as the things that REALLY and TRULY need to be kept private and personal, I do sort of think that money mattered more, IN ALL OF THOSE INSTANCES, than the family unit. Or decency.

Those poor Octomom kids. And the Jon and Kate kids? Where are they when she is off on her promotional book tour pimping her mommy skills? And who's wiping runny noses and washing errant magic marker off little legs when he's over the garage canoodling with what could conceivably be their pre-school teacher? Where was the Hulkster when his kid was careening out of control recklessly driving down a Florida highway not caring that in a few minutes he would render his best friend a vegetable all while trying to get the attention of his desperate for another 15 minutes parents?

And then they air ALL their dirty laundry out to the highest bidder. Kate speaks to Jon like he's a piece of crap. And Kris Jenner treats Bruce in that same dismissive manner. And Mrs. Hulk is now shacked up with her reckless driving punk son's 20 year old OTHER best friend. The one who can still open his eyes voluntarily and kiss his parents whenever he wants. I mean, my son's friends come in here and if they even so much as divert their pre-teen hormonal eyes over anywhere close to where my breasts are, I immediately launch into some maternal schtick or another that immediately reminds them what a wretch I really am. Mary Kay LeHavingSexWithTwelveYearOldMaleStudents could learn a good leasson there.

No one even bothers to speak nicely to each other anymore. And they're not bothering to do that on television for chrissakes.

And, then, there's the trickle down. It must be okay to speak to people like shit to each other if "celebrities" do that on television all the time and then get paid gajillions of dollars for it? Right?

WRONG.

It's not what you say. It's HOW you say it. Remember my father sternly saying that right up in your face right before he made you go to your room and write a two page essay explaining EXACTLY what that meant? Yeah, I thought so. What a pain he was huh?

A wonderful and dear friend emails that after 18 years, she was laid off last Monday. But it was her dear and wonderful friend who did the firing. With not a smidge of sorry in the entire script. Cold and callous and don't let the door hit ya on the way out.

What happened to being nice? What's happened to common courtesy and caring and respect for goodness sake?

Divakuruni tells us in THE MISTRESS OF THE SPICES that almonds, you know...the nut...can sweeten a person's disposition and temperment. Simply by eating them. Cayce told us that eating three a day would keep cancer away. Indefinitely. But back to the Spice Mistress. She also shares that cooking rice with a few leaves of saffron and serving that dish warm to someone who's hot under the collar will help them to quickly cool off. You know, before they say something they regret. OR you can mix saffron and almonds together and boil them in milk. The ancient Hindi believed that anyone who drink this mixture would then think only sweet thoughts and say only sweet words.

And THAT'S the reality television we should all demand.

Because the trickle down from that would be, well, so sweet. So very very sweet.