Turning on the TV
Wonkette is going to cover the Democratic Convention for MTV.
One question lingers: Is Ana Marie’s name avant-garde enough to connect with MTV acolytes? “No. I’m not even, like, Tabitha or Serena,” she told us yesterday. “I am totally old for them. I can’t be Sway but maybe I could be Lean, or Listing, or an archangel to compete with Gideon. Or I could use my porn star name, my childhood pet and street names: Muffin Witchwood.” Over to you, Muffin.
The concern about my being too old for MTV is real, though I try to keep up with what the young people are into. I understand that this band “The Outkast” sells a lot of phonograph records. And I look forward to meeting the star of “Punk-ed,” Ashley Kutcher, and his lovely special friend, Michael Moore. Another concern are the security risks at the convention; Maureen Dowd writes today that the Secret Service is advising journalists to bring gas masks.
I think I’ll just bring duct tape. (Like I’m not wearing some right now!)
First thought: “I’d be willing to actually turn on the TV for that.”
Second thought: “Oh yeah. I don’t have cable.”
I didn’t pay much attention to wonkette.com in the beginning — why would I want to read D.C. gossip? Fortunately I followed enough links there over time to find out that Wonkette’s damn funny.
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