The 24-hour news cycle on television and the internet creates opportunities to beat stories into the ground so ruthlessly, I’m not sure I will be able to survive it.
I hereby bestow the Lance Armstrong Celebrity Burnout Award to three lucky new recipients.
1. Jon and Kate Gosselin.
I don’t care about their divorce. I don’t care about their children. I don’t care about their finances. I don’t care about their future plans. I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING ELSE ABOUT THEM, EVER. If I see one more headline about how Jon has decided to stop badmouthing Kate, I am going to do something desperate.
2. Brett Favre
Why do I have to hear about this clown every day? Who cares? This guy peaked around the time he appeared as himself in There’s Something About Mary. I am not interested in his feelings. Or his plans. Or how he’s doing on the team. Or how he’s cut his hair. Dear GOD. I mean, this is a man who doesn’t even know how to pronounce his own name.
Yes, yes, yes, ESPECIALLY to J&K! The ONLY thing about those two that has me chuckling is that several of my Christian friends practically would pee all over themselves giddy over those two lovely Christian people with all of their kids. Now they see that all they are is tabloid trash – talk about having to eat crow! Ain’t turnabout grand?
YES it is.
Thankfully, the lovely and responsible Octomom appears to be slinking back under her rock, her grand scheme having backfired big time….