I am going to rant.

I do not want to hear any more details about Mimi Somebody and her sex life with JFK.  Call me crazy, but I don’t understand why a woman–especially a woman old enough to know better now– would brag about acting as Prostitute to the President.

What on earth does her family think?  Does she have children and grandchildren?  Are they mortified and hiding under their beds and praying she’ll shut up?

If it were me, I’d go to my grave hoping no one ever found out I’d been that stupid.  I read she wanted to rid herself of the secrets she’d kept.  Sigh.  Why????  Couldn’t she have gone to a therapist instead?

Granny should get a hobby, learn how to crochet, volunteer at a food bank….honestly, this woman needs to find something else to do besides go on television to relive the old days in the White House pool.

Kris Kristofferson once eye-flirted with me, when I was 19 and he was playing in an almost-empty auditorium and my girlfriend and I were front row-center.  He wasn’t really famous then; I only knew of him because I’d seen his name on the sheet music of “Me and Bobby McGhee”.  He didn’t even have a band, just a guitar and a stool and a mike. He was pretty darn cute and I was pretty darn married and I didn’t eye-flirt back or even get his autograph.  Though I’m sure I blushed.

I met Willie Nelson in an elevator.

And Tony Bennett in San Francisco.

And George McGovern in Nebraska.

I waved to John F. Kennedy when I nine years old.  That’s what Granny should have done, waved and kept her panties on.

President Kennedy at Quonset Point, RI

So much for fame.

Which brings me to Whitney Houston.  I do not want to watch full network coverage of her hearse, coffin, private plane, etc.  She was a sad, sad drug addict who threw away the gifts that had been given to her–that miraculous voice, beauty, talent—for an abusive man and a druggie lifestyle.  She endangered her daughter, also a cocaine addict, and wasted most of her adult life.

May she have a beautiful private funeral and rest in peace.  Hopefully the publicity ends and the young, talented people in the music business will learn to make better decisions.

Hey, I warned you I was going to rant.  Maybe I shouldn’t have had that second cup of “half-caff” coffee this morning.

[Survivor has started another season.  American Idol is getting good.  And Amazing Race starts Sunday.  Whoopeeeee!!!!]