Mumabulous is feeling less than fabulous this week. I think I need to purchase these items to express my mood. Such a stylish ensemble they would make on a bootilicious middle aged lady like myself.
Before you ask I am NOT suffering from PMS. I am too marvelous for PMS (though my husband would probably tell you otherwise). Its the fortuitous combination of a head cold and child induced sleepus-interuptus that has me in a funk. Of course confronting scenes like this on a daily basis does nothing to lift me out of my malaise.
So blog fans I am going to take my blues out on you. Misery loves company and a problem shared is a problem doubled right? Lets get down and have a good old fashioned cleansing bitch.
Lets whine about the internet – again.
The interwebs is really annoying me at the moment. I cant seem to go near it without a Viewster popping up in my face and chewing up precious broadband. Meanwhile my Facebook sidebar is polluted with ads for cosmetic surgeons and weight loss wonder fruit.
On the positive side liposuction and Garcinia extract will offset the effect of cooking and eating all the recipes for caramel slice and the like that crowd my news feed.
Bitching Can Be Like Shooting Fish in a Barrel.
Rihanna has made herself an easy target with this effort.
I don’t consider myself a prude. I really dont care what hangs out at the beach or on Mardi Gras night but I always thought it kosher to actually wear clothes to red carpet events? Perhaps I’m not such a progressive thinker after all? Meanwhile true gender equality will be attained on the day Fassbender collects his Oscar swathed in nought but glittery cling wrap. Oh my – that’s what I call a packed lunch.
Speaking of inappropriate clothing (or lack thereof) –
I am deeply concerned for the well being of Dr Geoffrey Edelesten. I seriously fear his new squeeze is going to kill him with her unconcealed weapons. Wouldn’t that be a great loss to society?
Another moan about Murdoch
True story – back in the 1950s toilet paper was not readily available or perhaps my grandparents were too stingy to buy it. It was my father’s job to cut the news paper up into appropriately sized squares which were hung on a string in the outdoor dunny. He even had a song about it “Sydney Morning Herald cut it up and hang it on a string. Sydney Morning Herald it makes your bum sing”. Frankly these days the Daily Telegraph isn’t even up to that humble task. I wouldn’t want the utterances of Andrew Bolt and Miranda Devine et al anywhere near my exposed nether regions.
In my naivety I didnt think the Tele could get any lower but in recent weeks it has been plumbing fresh depths by shaming and vilifying disability pensioners. I even saw one sensationalized article where the disabled were accused of “sending the country broke”. Seriously? At the same time I did not see any complaints about tax avoidance from the big end of town. I fully expect to see a well researched and carefully nuanced exposé on that topic in the coming weeks (NOT).
Admittedly the Fairfax press isn’t much better with its left leaning bias but I have vowed never to put another cent in Rupert’s pocket again.
And while we’re railing against the Murdoch axis of evil…
I really enjoyed hearing MalTurn sock it too Andrew Bolt. It was the bright spot in an otherwise dull week.
In fact it made me want to get out my middle aged pom poms and shake my bon bons in a rousing cheer for Mal!
What are you peeved about this week? Did you enjoy Mal’s turn?