Watching the boob tube today. There was a show about a young woman who met and fell in love with a handsome young prince. Only of course he acted ordinary, and she didn't know he was prince until much later. I don't think that was really fair of him to lie to her like that. I don't see how anyone can go from being ordinary to famous so instantly. And I have no idea how anyone so famous can even manage to pretend to be ordinary. People are what they are, and fame is just another layer on that.

There's too much idiocy on the boob tube.

I did ask Angie what she thought she would do if she suddenly found out that her boyfriend was a prince somewhere. She laughed. She said she'd spend more of his money then.

I thought about what I'd do if Frank discovered he was a prince, or had been hiding that from me. I think I'd be upset. Tiaras are terribly uncomfortable. And I would not want him to lie to me.

It's depressing the way the TV suggests that women should wait for Prince Charming to come and rescue them from reality with his kisses. The fact is that most castles are horribly expensive, and keep you away from the shops and other people. Luxury makes misery comfortable, and not always worthwhile.  ¶ 11:23 AM