I’m going to follow this week’s theme of posting off topic and invite you to drop by www.tishcohen.com and check out my new interactive feature “What’s Your Phobia?”. Finally, a place for you to share your deepest, darkest, ugliest or most hilarious fears.
It should come as no surprise that Deb Tish has a few phobias under her chapeau. It should also come as no surprise that Deb Tish hopes that by wrangling up a whole bunch of proof that she’s not alone, she’ll feel, well, not so dorky. Now, anytime her husband says, “Are you kidding me? You’re afraid of celery now?” Deb Tish can–and will–print off absolute proof that being a phobe is actually cool.
Now I’m going to go even more off topic and offer up my thoughts on American Idol last night. Is it just me or did Sanjaya blow everyone else away? Somebody backstage thought to dirty him up a bit with a glued-on stache and goatee and, combined with his smarmy make-sweet-love-to-the-camera eyes, I’m willing to bet the little girls of North America nearly passed out with adoration. He’s not going home tonight.
And my inner prude so enjoyed Simon exposing Haley’s when-will-Hugh-Hefner-call-already? game plan by commenting on how she comes out each week wearing less and less and strutting more and more. I fear if she makes it through tonight’s cull, there may be a stripper pole on stage next Tuesday.
I apologize for a somewhat erratic post. Go get yourselves a wee drop of something restorative–you deserve it, poor darlings–and get yourselves over to What’s Your Phobia? to do some serious sharing.