Take my daughter, please
Or should it be "Much Ado About Nothing?" Anyway, Verbal Jazz has already discovered an early candidate for this week's "Crap That I'm Sick Of" list: the mother-daughter team from Southbridge, MA who are holding auditions to marry the daughter, who apparently has bad taste in guys as evidenced by the fact that she has a four-year-old and lives with her parents (presumably with the guy out of the picture, but, hey, one never knows). Somehow this has turned into a big story: a real reality show taking place on a Southbridge lawn. It must be a slow news month.
Verbal Jazz first heard of this story while sleeping through the clock radio alarm last week. I thought it was a dream at first and had to confirm with my significant other that, yes, indeed that was a true story. I got the vague suspicion that the person interviewing the mother-daughter team was doing his best to stifle a laugh, but I was asleep.
Verbal Jazz appreciates quirky stories, mind you. In fact I liked the idea of a couple getting married in the town dump. I think we should have funerals at the town dump from now on: "Trashes to trashes, dump to dump." Funerals at the dump would serve to remind us that resources are not infinite and trash has to go somewhere and that the human body, once used up, is a shell that can go back to the earth.
Back from my digression: Even though I might laugh at the mother-daughter marriage audition, they are getting their proverbial fifteen minutes of fame and the daughter might even find her "soul mate" out of the group of ten that showed up for the audition on Sunday (out of one hundred queries). Verbal Jazz was struck by the uniformity of the shaved heads on the Southbridge lawn: was one of the requirements for being considered as the daughter's "Soul-mate" a lack of hair on the head?
Anyway, somebody else is bound to try the same thing and get less publicity that the Southbridge family. And then someone else, and then it may even become a reality show as opposed to a real reality show.
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Or should it be "Much Ado About Nothing?" Anyway, Verbal Jazz has already discovered an early candidate for this week's "Crap That I'm Sick Of" list: the mother-daughter team from Southbridge, MA who are holding auditions to marry the daughter, who apparently has bad taste in guys as evidenced by the fact that she has a four-year-old and lives with her parents (presumably with the guy out of the picture, but, hey, one never knows). Somehow this has turned into a big story: a real reality show taking place on a Southbridge lawn. It must be a slow news month.
Verbal Jazz first heard of this story while sleeping through the clock radio alarm last week. I thought it was a dream at first and had to confirm with my significant other that, yes, indeed that was a true story. I got the vague suspicion that the person interviewing the mother-daughter team was doing his best to stifle a laugh, but I was asleep.
Verbal Jazz appreciates quirky stories, mind you. In fact I liked the idea of a couple getting married in the town dump. I think we should have funerals at the town dump from now on: "Trashes to trashes, dump to dump." Funerals at the dump would serve to remind us that resources are not infinite and trash has to go somewhere and that the human body, once used up, is a shell that can go back to the earth.
Back from my digression: Even though I might laugh at the mother-daughter marriage audition, they are getting their proverbial fifteen minutes of fame and the daughter might even find her "soul mate" out of the group of ten that showed up for the audition on Sunday (out of one hundred queries). Verbal Jazz was struck by the uniformity of the shaved heads on the Southbridge lawn: was one of the requirements for being considered as the daughter's "Soul-mate" a lack of hair on the head?
Anyway, somebody else is bound to try the same thing and get less publicity that the Southbridge family. And then someone else, and then it may even become a reality show as opposed to a real reality show.
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