Syndicated columnist Cindy Droog writes:
Please, someone, get Jillian Michaels off my computer screen. It doesn't
matter if I'm looking up the cure for diaper rash, the color of lava, perusing Newsweek.com for the election coverage I missed during last night's crying fit or getting my daily 7:30 a.m. dose of laughter from funnyordie.com so I can smile no matter what my workday throws at me.
Wherever I am online, there she is.
Her six-pack abs, perfect in low-slung military print khakis. You know,for those times when she's hiding in the forest and needs to kick-box anoncoming bear. A tiny black sports bra that wouldn't have fit me when I was 14, much less after nursing two kids.
I wonder. Did her media buying team sit in a conference room, behind closed doors, and ask themselves: "Where do working moms, who write weekly columns, and are obsessed with news and comedy, go online? And how best can we torture them?" They did a great job. For Mother's Day, I just need someone to undo it.
Please, someone, get Jillian Michaels off my computer screen. It doesn't
matter if I'm looking up the cure for diaper rash, the color of lava, perusing Newsweek.com for the election coverage I missed during last night's crying fit or getting my daily 7:30 a.m. dose of laughter from funnyordie.com so I can smile no matter what my workday throws at me.
Wherever I am online, there she is.
Her six-pack abs, perfect in low-slung military print khakis. You know,for those times when she's hiding in the forest and needs to kick-box anoncoming bear. A tiny black sports bra that wouldn't have fit me when I was 14, much less after nursing two kids.
I wonder. Did her media buying team sit in a conference room, behind closed doors, and ask themselves: "Where do working moms, who write weekly columns, and are obsessed with news and comedy, go online? And how best can we torture them?" They did a great job. For Mother's Day, I just need someone to undo it.
