Ray Nagin: Seriously, people, I don’t know exactly what went wrong, but between the time that Katrina’s floodwaters receded and the time he launched his crackpot, crackhead Canal Street casino district idea, something in Ray Nagin snapped. I used to think that big bald head was kinda sexy, but now I just want to smack it with a pool cue. Thank goddess that his reign of terror (or terribleness) is nearly done.
Amy Winehouse: Despite protestations of “OMG, she’s totally fantastic” from the fagnoscenti, I never liked the bitch. She struck me as the British equivalent of Macy Gray — nice sound, but a one-trick pony. She took a giant fall in 2009; I hope she’s down for the count.
Saints perfection: I’m not a huge football fan, but Saints games became entirely unwatchable when the team was racing to a 13-0 record. All that pressure for perfection made me sick to my stomach. Now that they’ve taken a couple of dings, we can all relax.
America’s political shift to the left: I am, as most people know, a pretty devout Democrat — not overly Kucinich-y or anything, but definitely left of center. However, when Dems swept the elections in 2008, that set some high expectations from the voting public — so high they could never be met. People have become much more level-headed and even-keeled since then. I worry about zeal of any kind, whether it’s for good causes or bad.
TBL: The Beautiful Life: Which Ashton Kutcher insists people would have watched, if only they’d known it was on. Oh, believe me, Ashy: we knew. We knew.
The Jonas Brothers: Now that one of them has been officially cherry-popped, I’m hoping they’ll lose some luster. Granted, they’re more palatable than Miley/Hanna/Scrappy-Doo, but I’ll take what I can get.
Avatar: Yes, I’ve heard it doesn’t suck. In fact, I’ve heard it’s awesome. I’m happy to eat my words — I’d though it was going to be terrible — but I AM VERY TIRED OF HEARING ABOUT IT. I’m sure Linda Hamilton is, too (although I bet the alimony is great).
Nicole Kidman (and her face): Remember To Die For? Moulin Rouge? Or, although I didn’t see it, The Hours? Those were the good days. Then came divorce and the equally plastic Keith Urban, and it was straight down the stony end. Nikki, darling, lay off the botox so you can start making dough again and star in a remake of Picnic at Hanging Rock. That is what we all want.
Free time: Now that someone bought me Assassin’s Creed 2 for xmas, I won’t be having any spare time until summer. Fuckyeahxbox!
4 thoughts on “Nine things I will not miss about 2009 (in no particular order)”
Can we also say good-bye to Glee?I have love for Ryan Murphy, but I felt like someone should've stopped him from thinking "Let's take all of the bad parts of Popular. and add autotuned mash-ups!"
can't argue with (most of) that.
Micole Kidman as Mrs. Appleyard? Hmmmm… perhaps you are on to something.