Time to get Loquacious

Alright world! Welcome to Jodi's life!

Living in the era of sharing your entire life through Facebook, I notice I have become an addict. An addict to shamelessly exposing my life to people I haven't seen since high school, people I barely know, friends of friends. I love posting the mundane details of my life and blurting out whatever fleeting thought runs through my head with absolutely no consequence. 

So, continuing with the addict metaphore, in an effort to increase my high, I have decided to start a blog. Not only do I still get to say whatever is on my mind to everyone on the planet with the same repercussions as if I had just said it to myself, I get to say so much more than I could on Facebook! No longer limited to 420 characters, I can be as verbose as I please! I will picture myself as an overweight, blogging version of Carrie Bradshaw. It will be spectacular! Instead of discussing the details of relationships and the sexual escapades of myself and my friends in NYC, I will be covering the thrilling topics of things I like on TV or why my neighbors still have their Christmas lights up and plugged in each night.

The first thing on my mind...Toddlers and Tiaras. I always feel grossed out after watching this show, but then why o' why do I have it set on season pass!? I find it cute and disturbing at the same time. I mean, I see the appeal of pageants. What little girl doesn't love getting dressed up like a grown up? Fake eyelashes, are you kidding me!?! I would have LOVED that! I STILL love that! But, when did it become acceptable to dress your 3 year old up like they are heading out to the club? Who was the first stage mom to dress her kid up in copious amount of makeup and enormous hair, slap a bikini on her and tell her to gyrate her hips on the stage and flirt with the judges by blowing them kisses? And how did all the other stage moms decide that was a splendid idea and they would turn their daughters into a pedophiles dream as well and it would become the pageant standard. That's the part I don't get.

I reached a conclusion this weekend after watching a Saturday night marathon (we can address later why my life is so lame that a Toddlers and Tiaras marathon was the most entertaining option on a Saturday night).  And that is- despite the fact that most of the mothers need a visit from CPS and most of the judges need a visit from Chris Hansen from Dateline NBC, I am going to continue to watch the show unapologetically. If only to uphold my tertiary responsibility to the children of these deranged mothers...but mostly for its entertainment value.