Watching T.V.

The other night we were surfing around the music video channels in the upper register of our digital cable service. Some song came on - forgettable music, forgettable dude singing it.

Finally, Sonya had to ask.

"Who is this douchebag?"

And I laughed and laughed. I'm lucky to be married to a woman brave enough to call a douchebag a douchebag.

Then, on Classic VH1 we saw a very old Journey video. Steve Perry was so young and pretty and his hair was as beautiful as a girl's...but the rest of the band, man! They were ugly enough to peel fucking paint. I guess they invested all their primping energy into Steve's hair.

And last night we were watching the news and they had the Canal Street Brothel Madam on (summary: Last summer? Summer before? Anyway, recently there was a whorehouse on Canal Street. Apparently everyone went there. Then they got busted. It was a big story.) and she's written a book! She names names!

"What I found was that a lot of men like to wear women's underwear..." she said.

"Yes, yes," I said, "men, panties, whatever. Who? Who likes to wear the underwear?"

She mentioned businessmen, politicians and sports figures.

My guesses: Copeland, Nagin, Horn.

"I like her," Sonya said at the end of the interview.

"Me too," I said, "she'd be fun to hang out with."

"The book will be out next year," Norman Robinson told us. Yes! Best New Orleans gossip ever!