Happy Labor Day, everybody. Labor Day, which was created to give the workin’ man a day off, has signaled the end of summer for generations. It’s also one of many holidays that don’t apply to journalists.
In a shocking move, this episode also deals with a woman who has about 11 possibilities for the father of her baby. In her epic words of wisdom, she observes, “I din’nt make him on my own, I ain’t gonna raise him on my own.” She then proceeds to beat the living crap out of the guy when he comes out on stage.
Maybe I’m still Mary Sunshine, Pollyanna of the Northern Panhandle, but I really can’t imagine NOT knowing who the father of your baby is. Maybe it’s because I’m good at serial monogamy. Managing ONE man is a full-time job for me on top of actually going to work. I couldn’t imagine trying to throw another one or six into the mix.
Oh … breaking news … You are NOT the father. And I love when they argue with science. “That test is wrong, I know he my baby daddy.”
My friends, knowing as you do that I love trash TV, got any other show recommendations for the second part of the day? Or should I not mix it up and keep on loving the decline of the human condition with paternity disputes?