Some quick hits...

Per usual, I listened to the movie summaries, per my local adult contemporary morning radio show. Strangely, they summarized The Ugly Truth, an R-rated comedy and G-Force, but didn't mention Orphan. This observation is two-fold so bear with me. So evidently, the powers that be aren't too frazzled by R-rated Ugly Truth, but R-rated The Hangover needed to be censored? The same with Orphan - another film that can tactfully be described in less graphic terms and the radio station decided instead to avoid it altogether? You see... this cr@p is ridiculous. If you're going to censor talk about R-rated movies, do it all across the board; if not, give all R-rated films, including the ones geared toward men, equal time. Stop treating female listeners like imbecilic Nellys.

Enough Taylor Swift!!! Not that I'm saying that she's overexposed, although she is getting there, but the songs that are getting the most airplay are the ones most insulting to the intelligence. Romeo and Juliet and being the nerdy, safe girl the Hot Guy can't see for the trees? Come on!! Yes, Taylor is a teen and she is gearing music to that demographic, but unfortunately, grown-@$$ed women seem to empathize too d@mn much with Pollyanna/whiny girl b*ll$hit!!! And plus, Taylor is ethereal, in terms of her looks - like I would believe that some guy friend hadn't given her the once-over (the most benign, legal version of the eyefcuk). Besides, if this girl isn't getting any play in real life, it's because she channels her clowns into her music; who wants to be immortalized in that way?

Segueing into Kelly Pickler... The Best Times of Your Life or whatever it's called... okay, I get that she's another young woman who, possibly, had her heart stomped on, but seriously... does the thought of some cheating $h*t pining for you is supposed to make you feel better? That tableau is supposed to be empowering? Sorry, but that bull$h*t only flies for those princesses who eat, sleep and drink tabloid bull$h*t. Instead of having Taylor Swift standing behind you and giving the camera the stinkeye, why not have Nod Di Da Di aka Kim Serafin nod her head, back and forth... side to side... for emphasis, of the lame-@$$ed kind. Some dude made you eat a dirt sandwich... fcuk him and fcuk you for milking it for one moment too long.