Anna Nicole Smith

Okay, I know that Anna Nicole's life and lifestyle made her an object of much ridicule and disrespect. I admit that I chuckled a time or two at her antics. A lot of the time the joke was on her and we all enjoyed that because it made us feel better about ourselves. But, seriously, are we animals waiting to feed on another's misfortune and grief? Are we so lacking in our hearts that we cannot step back and see this for the sad misfortune it is?

From the reports, it seems that whatever it is that ended her life, it was precipitated by great grief. She may have literally died of a broken heart. The pain of her son's death overtook her. And now, greedy, grubby hands will forever spend their time trying to use that baby girl as a pawn. Her life will never be her own. That child has been born into grief. I see a sad, sad situation all around. Not one to point fingers at and enjoy watching.

Have we managed to sink even lower than the people whose lives we find so entertaining?

Enough already.

DATING ADVICE ;-)

Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!! I have the BEST idea I've had in a long time. How I wish throngs of people visited my blog!! This is good advice. Women need to heed it.

Now, before I give my enlightened and brilliant advice, I want to explain how it came to pass. For starters, I was on the phone talking to a male friend who was telling me how he and his buddy go this strip joint almost every week. My jaw dropped. They're in their 20s, fairly good looking with okay jobs but they're spending more than they make at these strip clubs!! I am in awe that they would do this. Then, I spoke to another friend of mine who said that at one time in his life he easily dropped $400 a night at one of these clubs. (And, for the record, most of my male friends are not stripper club enthusiasts.) I myself have NEVER been inside one but I'm mildly curious. I would go some night and check it out... why not? It could be interesting.

So, I'm in the car coming back from dinner with some friends and we drive past this one "gentlemen's club" with a full parking lot. I'm floored. What the f***!? Do this many people go to these places nightly??? And then it hit me... what a great freaking idea!

I have several pretty, intelligent friends who have been single for an average of 4 years between them. They've tried online dating, going out to various outings, being set up, book clubs, ski clubs, you name it. Still, they come back with the nightmare stories. He couldn't open doors, wasn't polite, talked about himself endlessly, smelled bad, yada, yada, yada...

Women of America!! Stop wasting your time chasing men who may not even want you! You are missing out on a valuable resource! All over America there are clubs filled with men who WANT a woman. Yeah, probably not YOU, but trust me - they WANT a woman. They're just too lazy or chicken or socially awkward to go get one the normal way and so they sit and fantasize at these strip joints. CAPITALIZE!! You have a captive audience available for your whims. I say you all start showing up to strip clubs in smart little enclaves. Dressed sexy, but not desparate. (You probably can't compete with the strippers anyway so don't dress the part.) But you're a real girl and you're there and you're available, which is not true of the strippers. When those horny-as-hell guys get tired of trying to get the 44D Barbie doll to go home with them you're gonna start looking like a pretty good deal. And girls, these are not cheap men! Remember, they probably drop, on average, $250 a night at these places so if you can get him to walk you to your car and take your number there might be some nice dates ahead (possibly to classier strip joints, but I digress...).

So, there you have it! My advice is to put on your cleavage suit, swallow some liquor and smile as you sit in a gentlemen's club and cooly await your chance to save some shmuck from more expensive and fruitless pursuits while nabbing yourself a potential mate!

COMEBACK TRAIL...

Okay, so after spending most of a year cowering in my studio, convinced I can't sing well enough to be doing auditions (I go through this lack of confidence much too regularly), I had a chat with my ex-manager and she reignited my fire. Last night I sent out materials to two companies and today I called a small local company and threw my hat in for an audition. None of these are career building companies but I have to get my feet wet again somewhere... I can't just sit here and languish for another year!

Thank you, Martha. That's why she is a great manager and a great friend.