Ahh, sadly to say such is life in American media these days. I know, I know, I am young, living in a city where the world has its attention focused. The shrub is wilting, and the masses are aligning themselves behind Their chosen one. I should be energized and encouraged, filled with the spirit of hope, empowered by the inevitable change; but as doldrum of American media forces me down to the level of farm animals in drag (!?) I must admit I am loosing focus....but not for the reason you think....I've signed up for my first race, sponsored by no less than the National Press Club. The exclusive click that is populated by the good, bad, and the ugly.
How can I possibly succeed in my over due goal (5K in 30) while I am surrounded by politicians and intelligence sucking news persons who seem to enjoy focusing on the trivial (real journalists, NPR reporters, FP contributors and bloggers, as well as a multitude of others excepted). Not only do I have to run with them (or in my case chug along at a pace that does not leave me gasping for breath); but then we break bread (hello opulent pancake breakfast at the club); and participate in a time honored tradition of getting money from anyone and everyone (a silent charity auction).
Cross your fingers ladies and make a wish that (at least for the next several months) those oglers at the gym reassert their attention back to my boobs rather than turning into boobs themselves, sucked into, hanging off of, affirming and accepting every word that floats out of the media frenzy.
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Well said, dear sister, well said. What I see coming out of the States (because all we have is the internet) is scaring the poo outta me.
Good luck reaching your goal. I imagine I would personally do really well in your race because I'd be surrounded by people I want to punch in the head. I do well when I'm mad.
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