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I just heard the news this morning that Heather Mills is going to be on Dancing with the Stars this next series.

This leaves me with a bit of a dilemma. Do I watch, or not? Do I boycott the show in protest over, number one, that woman being called a "star", and, two, the fact that the only reason she's been asked to be on is because she was married to someone famous and is now leveling false accusations at him? Or do I just watch, as planned? Because if I do watch, it won't be because she's on. I am a Dancing with the Stars fan. I love the show and have been watching it since the beginning. So I wouldn't be supporting their apparent determination to embrace sordidness -- I'd have been watching no matter who was on.

I just really resent that this has happened. I know what they are going to do -- they will play up the whole amputee angle of it but when it comes down to brass tacks the bottom line is the producers wouldn't have given her the time of day if she wasn't embroiled in a bitter divorce battle with one of the world's greatest musicians. It's very unfortunate that the powers that be have chosen to take this route. It cheapens the entire show; a show which, I'll admit, though I love, was a bit on the cheesy side to begin with.

It would be much easier if I hated the show; then I could just wish the entire series ill and be done with it.

Posted by Mary at 04:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

I was in the kitchen yesterday when "Here, There and Everywhere" came on XM out in the living room. As the opening strains floated out to where I was standing I was suddenly overtaken by the thought: "I miss Paul!" And it's true -- both in the physical and the abstract sense. In the abstract I have not been paying much attention to the Beatles lately. This, as I've mentioned before, is what happens when I'm pregnant. My brain is consumed by other things and the Beatles go to the back burner. So I miss Paul's daily presence in my home. But there's also the physical sense -- it has been a long time since I spent any time with Paul. The last time I saw him in person was 17 months ago. It will be much later this year, if at all, that I have another opportunity to see him. While I'm grateful there's at least a possibility it will happen, it still sort of bites, considering if I had my way he'd be living in my garage giving a concert a day for my own personal edification and amusement.

It did just occur to me, however, that I have the DVD of the last tour in my cabinet and I have not watched it yet. It's a poor substitute but better than none at all. I guess I will have to haul it out tomorrow and take a walk down memory lane.

Posted by Mary at 11:04 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)