There’s not too much on my mind today outside of flopping around and listening to tunes – hooray! I am wondering slightly on why we’re so quick to take offense at things, but then, that’s everyone, and me included in that too. It’s like The Onion says – most problems could be fixed if we all just took a few seconds to take a deep breath and think before acting. *chuckles* I admit I find this difficult – I fixate… badly. Very badly. Like, make myself ill trying to ignore things level, which is why I opt to either stay in my hole, or fix whatever needs fixing. Neither option is particularly ideal, but there you go.
*wiggles fingers* Eee, my Winamp on random is being extra-kindly to me and playing favorites! //random
I guess that minds me of the other thing on my mind – Television. I’m not particularly a fan, as I find it difficult to follow the flashing lights and colors and often get lost and confused with the plot unless I stare directly without doing anything else. I’m twitchy, and don’t find this an enjoyable prospect in most cases. *chuckles* But I ‘need’ background noise to keep sane, and always have, and the drone of the idiot box fills that void while providing the husband fellow with his idea of relaxation.
So yes, I’ve gotten better at ignoring the obnoxious flashing and attention demanding from the corner of my eye, but I’d rather that we just cut back on it altogether for one salient reason – yon tiny one. While I don’t mind it babysitting us that much, I don’t want it babysitting her – she’s much too vibrant for me to want her to be a telezombie. I don’t like the look of most children’s programming, and I certainly don’t like the large range of ‘BUY ME NOW!’ products that comes attached to them. My choice of ‘My mother is awful’ therapy that she’ll have to go through will be the infliction of cartoons from the 70s and 80s – sure, she can have kid’s programming, but hay – pre-vetted, and likely not as tied up with as much damned merchandising. Maybe my opinion will change on that once she’s old enough to ask for things, but I sincerely doubt it – if she wants name brand character crap, she can spend her own money on it.
Oooh, which leads me to a sub-rant – walking logos! Seriously, why does anyone want to be a walking advertisement? I cannot see the appeal of saying to the world that you are a walking sandwich board for Brand X or Brand Y, and that obviously that is the only true path to happiness. By that same token, I will be doing my damned to avoid my child being a walking advert for toys and cartoons; we resent and refute your assertions that we must fit into your nice consumer-tastic statistics. Sure, we still need to buy things to get by, and sure, I admit to being influenced by advertising – the an advert makes me genuinely laugh (not the ‘you are on crack’ laughing), I will consider buying the product (see Juan Sheet), but if it tries to prey on my insecurities, I’ll avoid buying products by that brand completely (I’m looking at you, Scholls – I refuse to be vain enough to worry about people staring at my heels. And, of course, any ‘beauty’ product).
So erm… la! *laughs*
[[radio edit]] The husband points out the tiny one has Star Wars and Mr. Men shirts. I argue that’s totally different. <__< ‘Sides, all babies need a little Darth Vader in their lives, right? Right! 😀