DIANA REPUBLIC

There are some weeks that go by and nothing much happens. And while that can make for a peaceful existence; it does not make for a colorful blog. This week has been one of those weeks. Nothing special happened, nothing got my proverbial panties in a bunch. It was a nonevent kind of week.

Sure Ashton Kutcher achieved his lofty aspiration of attaining one million followers on Twitter.

Eh.

And CNN did the same shortly thereafter.

Big whoop.

Oprah sent her first tweet.

I was more moved when she pierced her ears.

I wanted to enjoy or get worked up about The Cougar, TV Land’s new reality dating show. It is recorded on my DVR, but I happened to catch the end of the show live. This show’s version of the rose ceremony was so icky that I can’t bring myself to watch the rest of the program. The idea of an older woman dating a bunch of younger men sounded fun, but the men are too young and the show is just creepy. Not as creepy as that transsexual dating show on LOGO, but I only watched that a couple of times. And that was just because Bob’s old super-Christian personal trainer was one of the bachelors vying for his/her attentions.

It is worth noting that my version of current events has nothing to do with anything of import. Don’t be so quick to judge, though. I totally care that two people are going to be voted off American Idol next week because the judges chose to save the talented but sort of lame, Matt Giraud. So see, I am not completely out of touch.