Archive for June, 2011

Divorced? Blame Someone Else, Then Sue!

Have you heard about this yahoo who’s blaming “The Marriage Ref” for his failed relationship? Classic. This is why the divorce rate is so high. He admits he and his wife (at the time) went on the show to air their relationship issues for a little cash and fame. Um, hello. Clearly the problem is with you, dude. I would never air any of my problems for the world just for a little money. And DEFINITELY not for fame. Especially anything marriage-related.

And he says this caused his wife to become a fame whore.

Newsflash, douchebag. She was always a fame whore, but never had the stage to let her whore flag fly! And you can’t tell me you didn’t know she was a fame whore. Let’s be real, people. We all know people who are strangely obessed with becoming famous. It’s normal for a 10 year old girl to want to be famous. But those dreams usually fade when the reality of life sets in. And you realize fame isn’t where it’s at. Friends, family, memories are the things you aim toward. Well, at least well adjusted people do. Some people crave the fame, even into their forties, apparently. Thank God these aren’t my parents.

To these idiots, all I can say is, you valued fame over the sanctity of your marriage. And you reaped what you sowed. In other words, you deserved it. So shut the hell up!

Dunn Lived a Risky Life

I know what I’m getting ready to say is going to come across as harsh and insensitive. And maybe it is, although in my mind, I don’t intend it to be that way. A death, no matter what the circumstance, (including gang-on-gang deaths, which lots of people harshly (in my opinion) say the victim had coming) is sad. Someone has lost a child, sibling, best friend, hero, etc. So no matter who the person is, the circumstance of the death, etc. I feel for those who loved the person. And in this case, I feel for Ryan Dunn’s family. And intend no judgment of him, the way he lived his life or the way he died.

But here’s my question. I haven’t seen a LOT of Jackass, but the episodes I did watch, it seemed like that group of guys lived on the edge. Testing their ability to out-gross, out-do, and out-man each other. So if someone has a personality like that, how is the death so shocking for his friends? I am NOT saying they shouldn’t be sad, but at some point, shouldn’t someone say, “This is the type of person he was. A risk-taker.” He was driving 140MPH. Surely they knew that’s how he drove that car.

And please, be assured, I’m not saying they can’t be sad. They should be sad. Their friend is gone. And from many perspectives, the death was preventable (anytime speeding and alcohol is involved in a car accident, it’s hard to deny the accident could have likely been prevented).

For some reason it blows my mind these other late thirties, early forties guys are looking beyond the cause of the accident and the way Dunn lived his life. I get he’s a great person. But at some point accept when you live life hard and take risks, eventually those risks are going to catch up. And that’s the lesson everyone should take away from this senseless death. Now his wife and child (children?) are without a husband/dad.

But, with a risk-taking personally as Dunn’s seemed to be, could you really tell him he has to forgo all risks in the effort to avoid any harm? Someone who gets off on that risk doesn’t feel like he’s living without it. And what’s life if you don’t live?

Update 6/29: I saw this article today where Bam finally admits 1. He predicted Dunn would eventually die from his driving (Dunn scared Bam, who lives for the same thrills – so that must be pretty scary). 2. He and Dunn got in an accident in that same spot. And 3. Dunn went for food, then took the long way back around to drop off Zach, probably so he could specifically speed down this stretch of road.  None of this makes the outcome any less sad. But it does make it predictable. He liked to drink. He liked to speed. And he had a history of wrecks (probaly even sober). It’s possible the accident would have happened even if he hadn’t been drinking, although drinking certainly didn’t help with his reaction time.

If you watch the video, I’ll warn you Bam is either high on some type of downer pills or drunk. I have a hard time telling which. The way his hands are all heavy, and he keeps rubbing his head, I tend to think it’s something more than alcohol. It concerns me when he says that he has to have at least three drinks to feel “normal.” It always makes me sad when people resort to drugs and alcohol to cope with a death. Eventually you have to sober up and deal with the pain. I do understand how easy it is short-term to deal with it that way, but hopefully he’s finding someone (besides the press) he can talk to and work through his emotions.

Flying With Stupid Parents Vs. Dude Dropping F-Bomb

So, I flew this weekend. On the most awful flight ever flown. Seriously. These parents with two spoiled rotten, screaming children sat in the terminal of a flight leaving Vegas at 7AM. Frontier. Saturday, June 11th. They ruined my morning, so I’m not embarrassed to call them out. If you’re these parents, EVERY person in the terminal was cursing you. It should be said, although it wasn’t.

I was about to shake a parent. These children are the reason reproduction should be controlled. Seriously. These kids screamed if they didn’t get their own bag of chips. If one parent moved two feet from them. Or, as with most bratty kids, just for random attention. USE YOUR WORDS AND STOP SCREAMING! Really, it was awful. I have limited patience, but people with children of their own were cursing.

Which brings me nicely to my point: A dude on a flight was kicked off for dropping the F-bomb. But people like this are allowed to bring their children on board? WHY?!?!? We should not pay hundreds of dollars for a flight, and have to endure it with children (and their parents – the cause of the issue) who scream. The entire time. And when you’re expected to get to the airport 2 hours before a flight (lucky me, I got to follow these idiots from check-in, through security, and sit at the gate, (which was mismarked with flight 7708 or something rather than flight 443, so I was afraid to leave), then on the flight where iPods can’t be used during takeoff. I mean, really. At what point does a damn flight attendant’s ego take prescedence over the comfort of your PAYING CUSTOMERS? Get it together, Frontier.

Here’s a novel idea: Child-free flights. I’d pay more. But you know what? Beyond that, someone should tell these parents their children are obscene. Tell them they can’t board the flight until they get them under control. Ask them to leave the terminal and shut the kid up. And the sad part is, this wasn’t an upset child who was afraid to fly or experiencing popping ears (which we can all handle). This was a spoiled child. At one point the screaming child followed the father to the desk and (screaming) then turned around and looked at the mom (still screaming) and she puts out her arms and smiles at him as if she wants him to run to her, giggling, as if he’s a child in a pro-baby commercial. No, this was a satan’s spawn commercial. Or a pro-requiring parenting training courses commercial.

So, tell me this, why can a dude who’s honest (“What’s taking so fucking long to close the overhead compartments?”) be ejected from a plane for offending one person, when a family who has offended an entire plane be kindly ignored.

This is what’s wrong with the world.