What the %^&*?

OMG. Ever have one of those weeks where you are enraged by most of what you see and here. I’m having one of those weeks, children. I’m trying to get over it but I’m still salty. Here’s why:

Mean Daddy

I started off this morning by listening to the raging Alec Baldwin tape. You know the one where he cussing out is adolescent daughter in quite colorful language. I thought it was a joke. Listen here. Isn’t he divorced yet? His dramatic divorce and custody proceedings have been going on for years. It’s unfortunate that he and Kim Basinger couldn’t get their shit together for the sake of their daughter. Instead we are subjected to the public release of an obviously outraged man blasting his daughter.

I just feel bad that his bad behavior was made public for the obvious personal gain of Basinger. If he’s an ass, take it to the judge not the tabloids. Let the tape speak for itself in that arena. Making it public is an obvious attempt to discredit him and ruin his public image, which is funny because we don’t see him as the warm cozy man who reads to the blind. He seems like a volatile emotionally moody whiskey-soaked man with hints of extreme arrogance. His behavior is appalling and inappropriate but her motives are suspect.

Rehab IS the New Spa Getaway

Party girl Lindsey Lohan has once again proven that they are not fit role models for anyone. Lohan blabs to Allure magazine that while she enjoyed her stint in rehab, attended AA meetings for a year and was recommended by her therapist to seek help, she doesn’t consider herself and addict. Read here. She may not be an addict but she’s an utter idiot. Her detached attitude regarding rehab takes away from the release mission of intervention. What did she learn from this experience?

Izzie and George. Seriously?

You know how I feel about Grey’s Anatomy as a pioneering female-identified program but the latest developments have taken it into daytime soap territory. It’s hard for me to believe that Izzie thinks of George in any sexual way. There a big difference between a true platonic relationship and wanting to rub naked against that person despite how much alcohol flies down your throat. There isn’t that much drunk in the world. This plot line seems to be written as a road block instead of honest motivation from a character.

McDreamy can kiss my McAss. There is no way he should even contemplate ending it with Meredith to fulfill his ill-conceived notion of being Chief. I can take a little resentment but a break up is unforgivable. How many times are we supposed to go through this before we give up or stop caring? Also, you’re going to tell me that Cristina’s former lover is going to pop into her life after three years and assert that she’s lost herself. First, she wouldn’t care what he thinks and secondly, people change. It’s called growth. I can understand if it makes her re-evaluate herself. Didn’t she learn anything from Meredith’s mother?

Do you feel my disgruntled nature today? What do you think?