I had an argument with my sister earlier, and it's eating me up. She's 13yo, so at the age where the whole world is against her, and she's never wrong. Except, in this case she so was wrong, and her cockiness totally crossed the line. I don't know what to do, I hate that we're not talking, but what she said was awful, and I just don't feel I can back down on this one. ::le sigh:: I'm sure we'll sort it out eventually, but I get the feeling it may get uglier before it gets better.
On a nicer subject, Marcia was so gorgeous on "Richard and Judy" yesterday. Really radiant, and all kinds of sexy. The interview itself was kind of lame, but that was Richard/Judy's fault for their dumb questions, not Marcia's. There was just nothing new, it was the same questions that have been asked before, so very repetitive. And Richard seemed to have a deep concern for her weight, which Marcia expertly laughed off, but was totally honest at the same time, which was refreshing. And the way she said "pasta", stretching the "a" ::melts:: Maybe it's wrong that I take notice of things like this.
I liked that she was interviewed first for 10 minutes before the others came on at the end. But two things that pissed me off:
* The amount of clips they showed. It was as though every time they ran out of questions to ask, they just cut to a clip. It was fun to see them again, but another 10 minutes of valuable interview time was wasted! Urgh!
* Richard is probably the most insensitive person in the world. Between his questions about Marcia's weight and the Vanity Fair incident, I don't think he could have chosen a more embarassing set of questions if he'd tried. Plus, he kept interrupting, not letting them give their answers to his incredibly rubbish questions!
Anyway, it was just incredible to see the guys on British television, even if the interviewers weren't the greatest (understatement there!).__mercury
actually met Marcia after the show, as she went outside. Apparently, her minder didn't want her to stay, and tried to usher her straight into the car, but Marcia actually stayed and signed some autographs for a while, which I thought was very sweet. I like that she made a few people very happy, just with her presence.
Summer, to me, is two things: Wimbledon and Glastonbury. Sadly, I've never been to either, but one day, for sure! But I, like the majority of the country, is simultaneously cheering on the British hopeful Andrew Murray, and adoring the gorgeousness that is Glastonbury. The White Stripes set last night was, fucking amazing. Ahhhh, to be British in the summer!