In 1993, I was a 21-year-old comunity college student working full-time in the wonderful world of retail.
I took a Radio/ Television production class that required an internship, I dreamed of finding an internship at a television station and making it big in the world of TV.
Well, that didn’t happen. I got an internship at KFI.
Little did I know that KFI was poised to become THE talk station in Southern California. After my internship spent opening mail and answering phones, I was approached with the opportunity to be a “screener” on The Bill Handel show....for a whopping $5.25 an hour!
(Never mind that I had to drive an HOUR from the OC every day at 4am. So even though gas was, I think, 99 cents a gallon at the time, my $5.25 an hour and 20 hours a week barely paid for the gas needed to get back and forth to work. So I had to keep my full-time job as well, all while going to school full-time.)
Little did I know that screeners were just a step up from pond scum and my job served three basic purposes.
Eventually, my part-time thing turned into working many more hours than I should for no additional pay to learn about the wonderful world of producing.
When Bill's producer went on maternity leave, I filled in. When she decided not to return, I was asked if I wanted the job for a pittance above what I was already making. Against my better judgment, I said yes.
Because of that, I missed out on the opportunity to transfer to a university for a REAL college experience (you know what I’m talking about... slacking off and stumbling home half-naked with puke in your hair after getting rip-roaring drunk at fraternity parties.)
With the exception of about 2 years when I worked on other projects here at KFI, I’ve been with Bill’s show my entire KFI career. Why? I like that Bill's a big A-hole and it's fun for me knowing that the women in Bill’s life control him…I like being a part of that.
So that’s it about me except that I’m a native New Yorker, a "Lawng Gyelander"....brought forcibly to California by my parents at the tender age of 15. I’m half Italian/half German, my breasts are a 40D (Bill said to add that) and I’m reasonably OK looking. I got married October 2010, but we've been together since 2001.
My husband and I have a dog, Princess Grace Kelly...a 6 pound chihuahua that controls our lives.
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I'm on a quest to right the wrongs of so many of the classic nursery rhymes and children's stories of my youth in order to help the children of today. I never realized that so many of them include such horrible lessons for children!
Previously, I went through Little Bunny Foo Foo and Little Jack Horner and explained the problems with them. (You can see those in my previous blogs)
Today's installment is absolutely horrifying, The Old Woman Who Lived in a shoe:
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
Look, it's not up to me to pass judgment on where this woman chooses to live. If she wants to live in a shoe and she's happy there, that's fine, more power to her.
She had so many children, she didn't know what to do.
Again, it's her right to live wherever she wants to, but if it's a small place, I think it's quite irresponsible for her to have so many children. Also, it doesn't mention anything about a father....so I wonder what the situation is there, is she a single mom? Is the guy a deabeat? Plus I want to know exactly how many kids it is she has, and whether or not they're all the same baby daddy.
She gave them some broth without any bread;
That doesn't sound a like a very nutritious meal for all of those children, which might explain why they could be acting up, I say acting up because she seems so frustrated.
And whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
WTF!!!! Because she's frustrated with her children she WHIPS them? What the hell does that solve? Where is CPS for the shoe houses? Why are we reading crap like this to our kids?! That's a horrible story!