HOLY CRAP, IT'S A SLEAZE PARTY!

Coming home from Marin this blogger wasn't looking forward to having the Real Housewives on teevee. But my apartment mate likes watching white or black wimmins from the rest of the country acting trashy. As an innocent little Cantonese girl from SF, she's used to temperate and very restrained styles of behaviour -- except for people loosing their nut in public, of course, because Cantonese just LOVE street theatre -- and the Real Housewives franchise has nothing but unadulterated gold-plated trash.

So okay, that's on the telly while I am preparing my dinner.
Curried potato and okra, with sausages and chiles.
I'm eating healthy nowadays.

Let the food cool on the stove, return to the television room (that's where the computers are) and there's a sleazoid fashion show playing, featuring big breasted trashbags. She has a big smile all over her face.


Sometimes her eyeballs glow.


If I was a sensitive man, her viewing preferences might give me gastric distress. But that isn't the case.

Should've added more chilies. The chourice isn't very spicy.

I had salad for lunch. Bland and Waspy.

Even with Sriracha.



A person's food and entertainments should be zesty. Else what's the point?
Nobody except middle-of-the-country White People are going to watch a solid hour of well-behaved Christians experiencing another mild day at the daffodil farm with their meek little rabbits and lambs. Or eat lettuce and baloney sammiches on spongy white bread while doing so.

Well, maybe some nice black people might. After all, they do consider macaroni and cheese a side dish, rather than intestinal glue.

Spa and elevator music were invented for them.

Along with Lutefisk.




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