Psssshhhya. I'm not even watching that. I'll pack or something instead.
That's what I said earlier today regarding the Idol Gives Back Show. The Kleenex Cam would show that despite my usual impenetrable outer candy coating, I'm falling apart at the suffering, loss and beauty in all of the eyes portrayed. I've never seen so much beauty in pain. Or maybe I am one of those people who gets caught up in the energy of the moment and tomorrow the sun will shine and Spring will once again gently shush those emotions into a See No Evil hiatus.
Idol gives back raises deep questions. Will the Mariah Carey uniform someday change? Or will she stuff lovehandles into a tight black tank top when she is 55?
The Bitt O' Pitt section of the show was a fringe benefit. My first memory of Brad was in the movie Kalifornia. I fell in love instantly, only to go on to then incorporate into my hemisphere dirty looking, greasy psychos who killed slightly more people than Early Grace.
My mom's hubby sent me and Humanling home with brownies tonight. I started to wonder what kind of "brownies" he whipped up. When did Vanessa Hudgens morph into Constantine Maroulis?
No television event, or event otherwise, is complete without Miley Cyrus. I got in the car this morning and Miley was in the passenger side, pouring me a cup of coffee. She's EVERYWHERE. Not to be taken in the negative sense (oh no....we don't do that anymore), as she is completely adorable and funnier than a raccoon sporting a foam finger promoting Beano. I enjoyed her performance, even with its weird I-want-to-be-sexy-but-still-come-off-awkward-when-I-attempt-to-almost-gyrate moves. I, on the other hand, wouldn't sue anyone if I were given the chance to hula in the same hoop with her daddy.
Humanling watched the beginning of Idol. I thought this would be a good way to show her how she lives in absolute royalty in comparison. As Annie Lennox cried after the story about the four boys without any living relatives, I wiped my own tears away. Humanling merely said "Here comes the singing. We're doomed." She all but "Blah Blah Blahed" the whole segment. That's what I forgot to include when I paper mached her together! A heart! I'll feed her one tomorrow for breakfast. She'll be a missionary by Saturday.
So was the show instrumental in raising awareness? I was heavily reminded of those things that break my heart even further. Dollar stores, cheap smiling plastic toxic toys, the newest electronic gadget, the must haves. The only must haves include clean water, quality food, shelter and love. I hope all of those watching, who enjoy a few frothy drink per week (be it Starbucks or Schlitz) donated their next 2 drinks to the cause. I can't measure in love, but I can say that I gave about three and a half peppermint mocha trios to the cause. With extra whipped cream.
