Friday, November 25, 2022

This Is Not the Life I Ordered -- The Local News Needs an Update

 The local news paradigm needs to be updated badly. First of all, let's chill with these weather forecasts. The weather does not need to be discussed, it just needs to be noted. And any meteorologist who does not like rain or anything other than sunny and warm weather just sounds basic AF. How do you get a degree in this meteorology and only like the same one type of weather system that any rando visiting Tampa in February would like? (Actually, how the fuck does anyone get a degree in meteorology period? Can you imagine the small talk?) Also, let's end sports. There is nothing more culturally residual of the Eisenhower era of patriarchal dominance than the fact that sports is reported on the local evening news every night. I don't know if this is a gay thing or an artist thing, but nothing bores me more than hearing a bunch of dudes blab about a sports game to no end. I grew up having to listen to my friends talk about that and having to sit with the men in the living room on holiday gatherings watching them somnambulantly grunt and mumble about touchdowns and field goals and all I saw were a bunch of bubble butts and helmets bopping around and stopping suddenly to regroup for no apparent reason and I would just check out of the room like someone who suddenly stopped understanding our spoken language. If you want to kill me, talk about sports for longer than two minutes and I will die of boredom right in front of you. I'll melt. Might even start crying. Goddamn, that shit is boring. Moving on, and this is probably a gay thing (and perhaps a son-of-a-hairdresser thing), these wiggy hairstyles on the lady anchors! Why does everyone's hair have to be so stiff? A woman with hair volume should have hair that moves. That's such a terrible look. Anyway, any news producers out there? May want to consider some of these suggestions. And lastly, stop not saying the "race" of the perp in a crime story. Saying, "the suspect was described as six feet tall and wearing a purple du-rag, a black leather jacket, and sagging pants." I mean...just say it, already. You know? Evasion only makes it more pronounced. Well that's it for me until I find something else to complain about.

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