At this point I am watching, or more precisely staring at, 1988's "Cocktail" with Tom Cruise. A film I managed to miss at the time. By a wide margin. But it will have its revenge. It has come for me.
What else have I stared at. I have stared at infomercials for acne medications, mineral makeup, and some kind of all-in-one workout contraption. I have stared at "Project Runway" reruns. I have stared at "Millionaire Matchmaker" and "Real Housewives" reruns.
To help me cope with the brutality of the narcissism on those last two shows, I tried to imagine what Andy Warhol would think of them. And then I realized that he wouldn't think anything at all. He'd just stare at them, like me. Which didn't help at all! Poor Andy.
Poor all of us.
