Monday, October 1, 2012

Trilogy of Terror

It can't be true.  First Justin Bieber, then Kelly Ripa and now Sherry Shepherd --all succumbing to illness.  I think it's likely they'll all pull through.  I don't exactly take pleasure in the misfortunes of others, but particularly  in the case of Kelly Ripa, I sense a certain degree of poetic justice.  She is extremely protective of her health, and rightly so, as her body is her instrument, as has been said.  But her herculean  efforts to wipe out any potential contamination from the throbbing masses, the great unwashed, the germy commoners is well documented.  Even  today, gallantly rallying from what might seem a minor indisposition to some of us, she is baffled by how she could get sick and is ascribing it to germs her kids brought home from the new school year.  It does not occur to her that she could be manufacturing her own germs; they have to start someplace.  (And by her own account, her fastidiousness seems to be impacting her youngest child. Seems obsessive at such a young age.  Lesson learned; even life in a parallel universe can't protect you from everything. 

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