I’m not a news junkie. I barely keep up on the current events. By keeping up, I mean, I’m lucky to find out something happened within a week of it actually happening. I’m also not someone who follows the lifestyles of the rich and famous or the rich and political and famous. I know I should be more informed, but, really…I could care less who slept with who and who did what where under who’s desk and why. Nor do I care how many of my tax dollars were spent on a designer dress to adorn the current first lady, if even my tax dollars are going to that. I should be more informed about things that are going on, and in other posts I’ve alluded to why I’m not (i.e., because I think the media in this country is warped, slanted, biased and anything but objectively informing us of anything). Anyhow, I even reached new heights of uninformed blondeness for me today.
Really. Sometimes I let those blonde roots show just a little too much.
Today my son was watching the news (yeah, my 14-year-old son watches it…never mind that I rarely do) and he noticed that Senator Edward Kennedy died.
“Oh wow!” he exclaimed. “Ed Kennedy died?” Like he couldn’t believe it but also like he knew who this was.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Do you even know who he is?”
“Yeah, he’s the brother of…” he started to reply. He seriously was going to tell me all about him! I was floored.
“The brother of all those other Kennedys who died,” I impulsively interrupted. Somehow I felt I just had to know more than my son about this.
My son just rolled his eyes, shook his head and clicked the remote to another channel. “Mom, sometimes you are so blonde!” he sighed.
Geez. Now that was impressive.