Now we’re all for total randomness and irrelevance. But seriously … Dick Feagler, one of the Plain Dealer’s best-known columnists, graced the so-called Sunday Forum section with a story about Clappers and Chia Pets. Regina Brett, another of the paper’s stars, littered her usual B-1 real estate with the story of how she lost her cell phone. It was her second cell-phone column this month.
On a Sunday? Seriously? — Joe P. Tone
This article appears in Nov 21-27, 2007.
It’s no secret that everything that has happened on Earth since Dick Feagler fossilized is a life-altering irritant. Life must be a challenge when you see the world through the eyes of a petrified dinosaur turd.
As for Regina, she might be gearing up for a Yuletide campaign on behalf of her very favorite demographic populations. If that’s the case, she might be trying to soften her readership by reminding them how very accessible she is — just a regular gal whose pink poofs of privilege sometimes part long enough to reveal her lovable bubble-headed vulnerabilities.
The worst part about this is anticipating the third installment of this vomitacious trilogy. Connie Shultz’s contribution to this weekly puke-a-palooza is due to land any day now. “Bluurgh.”
Since when do women wear their cellphones in “holsters” ??