This weekend I, like moviegoers worldwide, stood in line for the release of Hunger Games. Call it a job related hazard, but as others cringed over the storyline of young people being forced to slaughter each other while the world watches via live telecast, I couldn’t help comparing the film to Style Network’s Big Rich Texas.
I came to the following conclusion: The Hunger Games, complete with hot, arrow wielding teens falling in love while being hunted by runway models with machetes, is more realistic than a “docu-drama” claiming Pamela Martin-Duarte as a highly regarded member of Dallas’ inner-circle.
Please don’t stop writing. No matter your venue, no matter you subject, your blog posts keep me rolling with laughter.
Oops. I misspelled my own name. Someday, I’ll tell you its root and why I occasionally try to spell it differently.