I pay homage to 1996 with my thoughts and feelings on pop culture, where art imitates life… :)

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I am not sure whether or not I should be elated that the months have been flying by so quickly or if I should be freaking out.

There are so many things coming up and I am not sure. Exactly that. I am not sure.

Although I am a planner, someone who needs to know framework, I need some spontaneity… the thing is, that’s something I need to plan too.

The old saying, “expect the unexpected” is just a really crappy way of saying “inevitably, something, somehow will bite you in the ass, no matter how good you are… at anything and everything.”

(I am going somewhere with this, I promise).

I was watching “Dancing With the Stars” Tuesday night and couldn’t help but wonder… do people really like Marie Osmond?! Why is she still on?!

Needless to say, depite America saving AMC hottie Cameron Mathison, I seriously think that America needs to get their heads checked. Why on earth would they kick off the greatest dancer on the show (well one of my favorites), Sabrina Bryan? “The horror… the horror…”

Also, “Grey’s Anatomy.” Fellow fans know where I’m going with this. At first, I loved the fact that Georgie Porgie hooked up with Dr. Model. I wanted it from the beginning… now? Not so sure. I hate Callie’s character because I find her really moany, but honestly, I am considering why I was on Team Gizzie in the first place.

Yes, folks, I might be jumping ship. I’m Benedict Arnold. Sue me.

My point is no matter how much you measure up to other people’s expectations, the pendelum eventually has to swing the opposite way, too. What’s life without chaos? Boring and bad infomercials.

Same thing can be said about other aspects of pop culture.

Britney, if you’re out there, this is for you.

Music is about passion and connecting with an audience… not how your rendezvous and bad choices splashed across tabloids.

What happened to the days when rockers banged groupies and did drugs without regarding the future, and no one seemed to care? Now, rehab is the new black.

I will admit that I love hearing about it, but after a while, I can’t help but wonder if these people ever have “normal problems”, i.e. having no flour in the house when they’re trying to cook something that calls for flour, if they have “nothing fights” with their significant others (without throwing their Blackberry phones at their assistants), etc.

My point is, television and music don’t agitate me. The people who are front and center (and shouldn’t be) do.  And life in general shouldn’t be that way either.

While I am drawn to the tragedy and the drama (who isn’t?) I find myself more compelled to back away.

Ironic? Sure is.