Right, so I’m emotional this week.
I don’t mind that I’m sensitive to the monthly hormonal flux that has me crying fat-ass tears when I watch the news. It’s who I am, and I get to feel what I feel without apologies.
Naturally, this morning, the end-of-the-year “People We’ve Lost” segment on CBS’ Sunday Morning had me wiping my cheeks.
This is predictable, for even if I weren’t bleeding from between my legs, that stuff is sad. It’s sad that Ed Bradley (cue video clip of Ed helping Vietnamese boat people ashore), Peter Boyle (roll clip of Peter dancing as Young Frankenstein’s monster), Gordon Parks and (god, I choked here) Dana Reeve are dead.
But it pushed me over the edge of sadness and into head shaking shock and disbelief, incense and, oh yes, disgust to watch the segment on over-the-top parties for which people spent seven figures.
For a party.
Because, as the event design guru Preston Bailey said, “You can’t take it with you, so you should enjoy it while you’re here.” Great advice, dickhead.
Like the woman who spent over a million dollars for her cancer-survivor husband’s 54th birthday party because she felt so blessed to have him alive and healthy and she wanted to celebrate his life with 400 of their closest friends.
I have a problem with excess, it’s true. But watching that piece disturbed the hell out of me. I wanted to shake the wife and that fey, smug Preston Bailey by the shoulders and shout, “Do you know how many cancer research grants could be funded with a million fucking dollars?”