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Desperate Working Mommas
Your one-stop site for fanatical television snarking, questionable political analysis, occasional attempts to address the parenting issues facing working mothers, and halfhearted promises to stop obsessing about the entertainment industry, already! Oh, not to mention the random bitching and moaning. There's always that.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Rubbernecking on the WB

Oh no, no, NO!

Um, you guys?

You guys?

Oh my goodness, guys!

It was like a car wreck! I couldn't look away!

OH. MY. GOODNESS.

Seriously. I tell you, I have never been so utterly HORRIFIED for other people in my whole entire life. Never. EVER. Honest To Goodness Eye Squinching Dear Lord Make It Stop Cringing In My Seat HORRIFIED.

Holy hell.

I mean, there I was, minding my own business, innocently biding my time until Everwood, when I happened upon the scariest thing EVER: 7th Heaven... the Musical.

You heard me. MUSICAL.

Um, if you're going to do a musical, shouldn't the cast have an ACTUAL ABILITY to sing, you know, ON KEY? Seriously? Just a little?

Or an ability to dance without looking concurrently constipated, physically challenged, and secretly gay? Or, not so secretly?

Cuz, DAMN.

What were these actors thinking? Who's going to pay for their therapy bills? Who's going to pay for MINE?! I'm scarred. SCARRED, I say! For life.

Also, a little frightened, actually. I will have to sleep with the lights on for a week! Ruthie? "Singing" and shaking her groove thang in the school hallway? Hello? Are you FREAKING KIDDING ME?!

You guys?

OH MY GOODNESS!

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