So many articles… So many blog posts… So much noise. Including this one. I admit it. I’m a noise enabler.
People commenting on all and sundry. Journalists. Writers. Bloggers. Every day folks in comment sections.
- Jessica Simpson’s daughter wearing a bikini.
- Childless couples exhibiting selfish tendencies.
- Lunch box items and schools dictating – outside of allergy constraints – what I can and can’t put in my daughter’s lunch.
- Honey Boo Boo.
So much noise that even I am getting caught up in it, on a daily basis. We are drowning out the things that matter.
Like the fact that while the US Republicans are openly discussing a woman’s reproductive rights and the desire to take those rights away, Canadian women might be losing their rights via the back door.
Like the fact that jobs are still scarce and the economy is stalling in a way that might end up making the Great Depression look like fun times.
Like the fact that home sales are dropping, making the last greatest bastion of non-monetary wealth a commodity lesser in trade.
Okay. Honey Boo Boo is important: but only contextually. She and the show are a symbol, a discussion point on how we, as a society, have sunk to a new low. They should be a footnote already, but I’m just not that lucky.
We are getting bogged down in the mire, people.
The mire of Honey Boo Boo.