There was some major thing on Oxygen, or it’s coming up – I was refusing to pay attention to commercials. Sparks? Sparked? A marathon about women who get pissed off and shoot somebody, jilted lonely hearts or something. It’s got some sexy babe dressed in black – tight leather, I don’t know – with a pistol in her hand. Red lipstick too, I think. High heels would be de rigeur, I’m sure.

Yeah, I was sitting there watching it while working at a domestic abuse shelter – you know. The kind of place where women go to hide because the threats and the put-downs and the shoves are getting to be just a little too much and maybe it’s time to run away?

Yeah. Fuck you, Oxygen.

I don’t know why humans watch the crap that’s on tv.

Moment over.