I wish I were Tom the Chief Shoe Giver

I mean, have you seen that commercial?  He wears cool, comfortable clothing and a neat yellow beaded necklace.  He is not confined to an office or cubical or anything but his beloved phone.  He used his phone to snap pictures of unique fabrics for new shoe patterns.  And then he gets to travel the world giving much needed shoes to the barefoot people of the world. 

You know he makes a mad profit back at home selling his stupid shoes.  I hate Tom.  I hate him because I want to be him.  I hate TV too…as I write this and deal with the fact that an AT&T commercial just made me want to become a hippy-yuppie traveling rich white man, I am now resigned to the fact that me or someone very close to me will end up with breast cancer since one in eight women get this according to the Susan B Komen Foundation and now I will watch these young singers dreams come true on American Idol.  And I hate Ryan Seacrest too…it is just so wrong.

Can you see why TV is EVIL?  No wonder 45% of Americans take anti-depressants.  I mean, if I can’t traipse around the world with multi-cultural children at my toes, a stunning husband on my arm and people worshipping me because I am beautiful and have money, then really what is the point?  What is the point, if your cul de sac casa isn’t more than 3000 square feet?  What is the point if you can’t travel to exotic places?  What’s the point if you can’t drive a luxury vehicle; wear a David Yurman piece of something or remodel your river house?

What is the point if you can’t be Tom, Chief Shoe Giver?  Forget the lasagna parties or Silpada or Tupperware…start having Prozac Parties…you will make more money.

Cynical E