The chronicles of CNN's boot camp known as The VJ Program. We Peon Warriors began meeting here to share humiliating and humorous stories about early encounters with CNN anchors, directors, producers and brutal cafeteria employees. We divulged what it was like to be broke, foolish and referred to not by name but by function. And while we've moved on in life...the inner Peon still remains.
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Monday, October 30, 2006
CELL PHONES, FERTILITY AND RACHAEL RAY
So-
Today I read on the news wires that a Japanese woman named Momoko Ikuta has designed a pastel colored cell phone specifically for women that will:
A.) Alert you when you are most fertile
B.) Give you recipes
C.) Fake ring for you if you feel uncomfortable with someone and want to pretend to have just received a phone call.
Now-
People often ask why I do not have a cell phone, as at this point not owning a cell phone practically makes me Amish.
Well, this pastel Japanese atrocity is an extreme version of why I do not have a cell phone.
A.) It is such an intrusion. I do not want anyone having the ability to call my ass up at any hour. Especially if it's a call from my cell phone itself to nudge me into fucking my man because I am at my most fertile. Sometimes, I do not want to be reached. And when you have a cell phone, you always have to make up excuses as to why you did not call back. Enough already. Sometimes I don't want to talk. I've never claimed to be a particularly nice person, and I'm not about to start now.
B.) Recipes from my cell phone? This whole foodie/recipe culture is on my nerves. Sure I like to cook, but I'm sick of all these damn cooking shows and endless books, magazines and whatnot. And I hate that perky demon that is America's Sweetheart Rachael Ray. I'd like to smack her in the face with one of her fucking cookbooks. Or better yet, a bottle of EVOO.
C.) Fake rings so I can pretend I have a phone call? Nah. Refer to example A. If I don't want to talk to someone, I don't need any excuses. I'm no America's Sweetheart like Rachael Ray, so I've got nothing to live up to. If I don't want to talk, you'll hear it from me, not the ringing of my cell phone.
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Other "RR" phrases I loathe:
-Calling sandwiches 'sammies'
-Calling her then-boyfriend her 'sweetie'. Who are you? June Cleaver?
-The aforementioned EVOO. She pimps that shit out like she has stock in it. You know, Rach, there ARE other oils out there.
-Those awful, spandex-cotton blend shirts she tucks into her mom-jeans. She wears them on her cooking show on the Food Network (Inexplicably, she has 3 shows, so I had to be specific.)
-Her 'garbage bowl'. Is it so hard to reach down to throw your stuff away? I don't want a bowl of scraps next to my food, thanks.
And the most disturbing of all? That I have watched enough "30-Minute Meals" to know all of this.
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