desperate situations

i had this really vivid dream as i was coming out of sleep this morning, i dont know where i was, i have some recollection that it may of been the village hall i grew i up in as a child, but i was interviewing terri hatcher about desperate housewives. i recall sitting there and saying somehting along the lines of

"but do you really think the characters in the show are desireable role models for young ladies today..?" [now i know in the dream it was worse than that, a question totally laced in long words and ideals but this works for a summery]

christ, writing for subtext must be getting to me, im dreaming up articles in my sleep

anyway, it lead me to think are they really good representatives of females for todays tv masses, because theyre all a mess, not one of them can seemingly survive without a man. it smacks of the same desperation i found in sex in the city. women acting all liberated while all they want to do is settle down before its too late. they all seem to need men in one way or another. on reading an article i stumbled on in the guardian while searching for something else i found someone in agreement. it appears to the writer as well that we are supposed to laugh along with our well formed senses of humour at the painful creations in wisteria lane, but why the hell should we?

when are they going to start showing some actual grown up tv.

im in a mood because i hate my ex employers and they keep hasseling me so this is all rant and no conclusion. i apologise.

http://observer.guardian.co.uk/review/story/0,,1692059,00.html [link]

jumping in at the deep end

i suppose its only wise to start straight away so not to start myself into some lax non posting frame of mind.

after a lovely chat with my friend gill tonight i decided it was time to jump back onto the blogging horse and get writing about things again. having too many personal friend types read my old one has stifled me entirely due to the fact they all know me. and it makes it a lot harder to write when you know a lot of people will be staring at you the next time you're out.

but hopefully, this will be pretty unpersonal, mainly exhaltations of day to day stresses with peoples strange and painful attempts at existing, like when someone tells me prostitution is all womens faults, or that its ok to lower minimum wage to keep the rest of the country afloat.

all these things that need to be written about and if i do it badly, or biasedly so be it. because at least im writing again.

i apologise for everything now and nothing later. the end.