I was at work yesterday, in the break room, chatting about Jennifer Lopez.
"So, her kids, Max and Emme- they look JUST LIKE Marc Anthony. It's like he had sex with himself and gave birth to the kids- like, shot the kids out of his own body, you know?" I sucked down a big swallow of Perrier (because it makes me feel sexy and French) and continued. My audience was four coworkers, all thoughtfully chewing their sandwiches and listening. "You can just tell she is genuinely happy with Marc- I don't know WHAT that thing was with Ben (Affleck), but her and Marc just make sense- I can tell they work- don't ask me how, I just know." I was nodding as I was talking, like J Lo was a personal friend of mine and not some worldwide super star.
One of my coworkers, Samantha, snorted. "Oh, who cares about Jennifer Lopez? I've got other things to worry about."
I smiled thinly.
I think one of my biggest pet peeves is people who think they are 'above' pop culture. I call them the AboveIts- their mantra? Reality television is trash, gossip magazines are garbage, Hollywood blogs for people who have no life. I'll mention how great it is that Angelina and Brad donated something like $10 million dollars to Haiti and they'll roll their eyes and go, "ah, actors." Um, excuse me? Have you donated $10 dollars to Haiti? Probably not.
And Samantha, who has 'other things' to worry about? She's referring to her golden retriever, who keeps puking all over her carpet. I told her not to get a dog, but did she listen to me? No. She's just jealous of J Lo's buttery caramel highlights. I know this because I got her drunk after work on day, and she literally said, "I just love J Lo's buttery caramel highlights."
So I didn't say anything to Samantha, because yeah, she'd probably rather be a gorgeous, rich, and famous superstar as opposed to a computer specialist with a weak-stomached dog. So if taking a knock on J Lo makes her feel better, so be it.
But if she goes after my girl Lady Gaga, we're going to have problems.
Quarter Life Whatever
3 years ago