Webigail

Although, I don’t tune in much, just wait for the results, on any given week, I’m still curious. I find that some of the contestants really make me stop and take a listen. There’s an abundant of untapped talent in the world and I’m happy when someone, who may not have gotten an chance, gets some exposure.

What I don’t like is the fact that some producer, some strategist is pushing the chess pieces and blatantly insulting the intelligence of anyone with ears. There is no way I believe that Sanjaya Malakar received enough votes to keep him in a singing competition. He may be eligible to win the hair show, but not American Idol. I believe that America voted for Sanjaya Malakar, like I believe Anna Nicole Smith loved her husband and not his money *cough-cough…I have a $100 bill stuck in my throat*

But, I digress. Getting back to the point. If it isn’t enough that someone is playing a cruel joke on my tympanic-membranes by allowing little Sanjaya to continue singing in the competition, getting his hopes up, and causing my inner ears to bleed, but now they’re charging money for downloading the video clips?! What, are they NUTS?!

Really now. Give us some credit.

American Idol started off by sucking the life, the very souls out of contestants by offering them a Sopranos-esque contract, one in which, “they can’t refuse.” Now, they are packaging and selling videos and mp3′s before the stage is mopped. Next week they’ll be selling sweat beads from the armpit of the lady in the audience, who smiled at this year’s winning contestant, just before they won and flashed a cheesy smile.

Rant over.

Staring is rude. Ask any New Yorker, who will give you a detailed map of where you can go, should they catch your eyes giving them the once-over, longer than the alloted 5 seconds.

However, I find myself doing just that, staring. I do not stare because I’m sizing someone up, but because I am enthralled by the distinct bone-structure of people from various places. Given the opportunity, I would jump at the chance to take a few archeology classes, just to pursue my need to know…”where did she get those glorious cheek bones?”

I am pretty good at narrowing a region, merely by looking at the person’s facial features. The placement of their eyes; the pigment of their skin; the shape of their nose and lips. They are not just of Asian decent, but I can usually determine if they are from the Philippines, or if they are perhaps, from Tibet. I am most recently intrigued by those of Mongolian decent, as they remind me so much of their Native American offspring. The distance between the two groups, often seems such a small gap.

I also marvel at the difference in the bone structure of those from Ethiopia, and let’s say, someone from the Ivory Coast. Of course, many people travel, marry those from other villages, towns, and countries, creating a new wonderful look.

So, next time you feel someone starting at you, please take heart. It could simply be a look of adoration…better yet, it could be me, trying to determine what exotic land you came from.