I am supposed to use this blog to talk about “healthy women.” All right – I will be honest with you. I am by no means an expert in women’s health, but, sure, I could do some research on some issue and pass it on to you and you could read it or not. But then this blog would be like billions of other blogs out there. It would be BORING.
So, I’m gonna stretch my jurisdiction a bit and you can tell me if it makes sense. I am going to focus on things that affect our mental health. In other words, I am going to talk about some things that DRIVE ME CRAZY.
The first thing I want to talk about is the local TV weatherman or – politically correct moment coming – weatherwoman. No, that’s not even right. I think they now call themselves “meteorologists” or, if they are over 25 years old and their acne has cleared up, they are called a “chief meteorologist.”
Did you ever notice how these people are on the TV screen every ten minutes? Seriously, watch the news for one hour straight and tally up how much time is devoted to talking about the weather. As if things can change that quickly in your local area. I mean, is there no other news out there? Why the heck to we have to be barraged with the same information every ten minutes?
Then, notice how each weather segment now has a title. “Now, from Channel 4’s STORM CENTER, here is Benny Silverman with the STORM CENTER news!” The oh-so-perky Benny Silverman comes on, horn rimmed glasses and bow tie, and proceeds to tell us that it will be a sunny day, temperatures in the mid 70’s, great bike riding weather. “And that’s my report from the STORM CENTER! Back to you, Betty.”
What just happened? What about the friggin STORM?
The thing that drives me totally nuts is when they give the temperatures in the local area. They pull up a map and pick about 10 cities within a twenty mile radius and underneath the city’s name they post the current temperature. “So, right now in Alexandria it’s a comfortable 71 degrees. Up in Bethesda (30 miles away), it’s 72 degrees. And look at Reston – they are at a chilly 69 degrees. Better bundle up folks!”
Why for God’s sake do I need to know the temperature in every friggin town in my area? It’s not like it varies by 15 degrees of so. “Hey, Mabel, let’s drive up to Arlington today, it looks like it’s gonna be cooler up there!” What the hell?
And don’t get me started on when the forecasters see a blip on their screen telling them that a gaggle of clouds is forming near some tropical island 1,000 miles south of Puerto Rico. Oh my God – it could be the STORM OF THE CENTURY! We need to monitor that one! The meteorologist needs to stay here, send our weatherman to the ocean, put some rain gear on him and have him report to us in front of crashing waves! And start running “storm alerts” every five minutes!
Do me a favor, folks. In two minutes tell me if it’s gonna rain or not and tell me how high the temperature is going to get. Then, God forbid, use all that extra time to tell me what is going on in the world.