I don’t know about you, but I could do without a TV forever. I have no use for ’em, other than watching movies and some of the educational channels. If I were forced to give them up, I could esily cope.

Once in a while, though, you stumble onto something that you GOTTA love, and for me, nothing fits the bill like “Dog: Bounty Hunter”. Nasty looking rugged ragged old hippie biker type with tats and a face craggier than rushmore, with a wife whose coiff seeks to outdo Tammy Faye, going around chasing bail jumpers with his kids and family.

Here’s the thing: they pray for safety and guidance. They lecture the offenders they take in. They are never brutal nor un necesarily violent. They get their bail jumper, and turn him/her in. For all the outward appearance of scruffy white trash nastiness, decent people.

OK, decent tacky as hell people, but decent people nonetheless. An episode where Dog takes the little kids to buy a birthday present for Mom, takes them to the Kitsch -R- Us section of the mall, and into a store with figurines etc. of biblical scenes.
“great! Mommy’ll love this! Jesus stuff!”

Another, an earwormy hooky song by the very lovely Gwen Stefani “hollaback girl” has piqued my interest. A “Hollaback girl” (other than being a girl who hollers back letters in a high school cheer [gimme an A! “A”] is, in the reference, a girl with little self esteeme who will sleep with popular guys hoping theu’ll call them back (“holla back”).

Anyway, Gwen says
“A few times I’ve been around that track
so it’s not gonna happen just like that
cause I ain’t no holla back girl”

She’s saying Hey, fuckhead, don’t go around trying to sully MY reputation, because I’m NOT like that, and if you do, I’m gonna call you out and kick your pansy ass under the bleachers.

I liked the song, as i say, in a hook-y earworm-y way, even before I saw the video- Gwen hopping around in a red fringed majorette’s suit. Damn,for a 35 year old she’s in good shape, and not the kind of boy-assed anorectic broad you might expect. Not that she couldn’t use a cheeseburger, mind you, but still easy on the eyes. And now, at least from what I hear in that song, a deliberate non-slut. YMMV