Trash Talk

I was having a lovely chat with a friend of mine today and when I say ‘lovely’, I mean tacky. I may seem like the epitome of class and decorum, grace and style, but when I get around certain people, all that changes. It’s like going from Julia Sugarbaker to Anna Nicole Smith within seconds.It’s not a pretty picture. Hopefully you never have to witness it. Me and my lovely friend go way back to our college days in Natchitoches, Louisiana, a little bedroom town back then. We lived out our university days together, dreaming of the day we could get the hell out of there. Eventually we both did and we went our separate ways, him on the east coast and me living overseas in Germany. Little did I know how easy we had it then, but I digress.

We all have that one friend that brings out our trashy side and he is one such person. He makes obnoxious comments in any given circumstance which is probably what made us practically inseparable during college. So I was talking to him and besides obsessing about Christmas, I really think this so called “gay” friend of mine has an unhealthy fascination with Honey Boo Boo’s mom. We both disagreed with Barbara Walters putting HBB on the Most Facinating People list but he suggested it be the mom instead. Then he proceeded to talk about her nether regions looking like a biscuit. Stop, right there. I do not want to hear any more about her private parts. This is going to give me a bad mental image to lug around with me the rest of my life. She may be a wonderful person, but get some standards, man. She doesn’t give her appearance any effort but then again, who am I to talk. I run around looking like sh*t due to little time and too much stress these daysbut I try to keep a semblance of decency. Anyways, I can deal with the constant quoting of Florence & the Machine lyrics but someone needs to stage an intervention before he is lured into HBB mom’s web of seduction. They say that friends don’t let friends do something they will regret but then again, yes they do. There have been many a time he has egged me on when I was about to do something stupid and vice-versa. I have to draw the line somewhere though.

On another note, why this fascination with the Honey Boo Boo family? Has the world gone mad? These people have their own show on The Learning Channel and are making good money while the people that work hard for their degrees are barely scarping by. Sorry but a little bit of real life is seeping into this. I struggled to get my degree and I never got that sort of pay out. Oh well, at least they are somewhat entertaining and sweet. My son says I am obsessed but he’s the one that laps up every parody that comes out. I’ve seen several just watching what he’s watching. Maybe someone need to stage an intervention after all.