Wit for Your Wednesday (vol. 4): Fancy Guest Post Edition

*Wit for Your Wednesday*

Brought to you by the color mauve and the letter O.

Once again entertaining you with a guest post from my sister, the beautiful Margaret: 

Mags with J at Portland Head Light.
That is, the light at Portland Head.
One of the top ten most photographed lighthouses in the country.
Right near where I grew up.
Yup, we're basically famous.

She wrote about The Bachelor again.
Draw what metaphysical or existential conclusions you will. 

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Tales of a Lazy Gourmet/Impatient Food Lover:

This Girl is on Fire

by Margaret

Almost all my household chores would be or already are better with television.  

Last night I wanted to continue my marathon of Fox's New Girl but there was dinner to be made.  J was at the store shopping cause lets face it I am basically lazy.  So I needed to justify myself a little and actually start dinner.  

I brought my onions and garlic into the living room on a cutting board and continued to watch TV while I sliced.

Problem solved.  

Speaking of first world problems, our favorite show Castle was supplanted by what must have been the third hour of the Bachelor season finale.  Having watched a total of 4 and 1/2 minutes of this reality show I feel more than qualified to give commentary.  

He kissed a lot of women and still we (excluding me of course) are sent into some sort of romantic feel-good state when he proposes to the wide-eyed brunette and they ride off on an elephant.  I have concerns about the elephant.  They were on some sort of seat that seemed to be attached to the elephants hind quarters.  Like stapled on.  I was very distracted.  This is when I thought that maybe Castle was going to be late, but then the "After the Rose Ceremony - Live" came on and dashed my hopes.  

It disturbs me more to think that we actually care about this manufactured, fake, and gag-inducing tripe.  We are tricked into thinking that we care for these people.  This show represents much of what is wrong with our view on gender roles.  Women are literally falling over themselves to trick some fame-hungry man into sleeping with them the most.  Hurrah for feminism.  Hurrah for getting the vote.  Better get back in the darn kitchen and not forget to put on our fake eyelashes.  

Blah.  It trivializes relationships.  It makes women look stupid and men look one-dimensional.  Also, we should demand more from our television.  These reality shows are like the cheap toys in a Happy Meal.  They initially excite, but then we realize that they only have one moving part.  I demand wit, excitement, and a larger production budget.  Those are the shows that will get me to cut my produce in the living room.  

I need a TV in the kitchen.