What Were They Thinking?

They may have been smiling then, but we know the truth.

You don’t make me feel like dancing, but the money sure did. Photo from Guthrietheater.org

Whenever I stumble across an exercise video on Youtube, which, admittedly, is not that often, I wonder what the people who were in it are thinking. And it amuses me.

It’s easy enough if you really take the time to watch it. If I think back hard enough, for example, I can still remember the old Jack LaLanne show where he would do his workouts along with his white dog, Peppy. Jack would be exercising his brain out while his dog would either work along with us or sit there and watch. No matter what the dog did I always got the impression that it was thinking to itself “What the hell is this guy doing and when will I get my Milkbone? I’m sitting here not barking even though my owner is busy doing lord knows what and hawking protein shakes. I should at least get something for this.”

It’s time for Jack, Jack LaLanne and the New Jack LaLane Show. Acefitness.org.

And so it was that I would watch Jack LaLane each morning because my mom wouldn’t change the channel after Captain Kangaroo ended until, finally, one day Jack was gone and a show called Sesame Street appeared in his place. It didn’t have enough of a beat to exercise to, but it was more entertaining.

Making the transition from what dogs are thinking to what’s going on in a person’s head isn’t always that interesting, though.

Not only aren’t these the ‘droids you’re looking for, this isn’t the video I was looking for, but you get the general idea.

Take “Jane Fonda’s Light Aerobic and Stress Reduction” video from 1989 (conveniently just removed from Youtube), which is pretty blurry, but when it does a closeup on the woman in the pink leotard in the second row, for example, she has a smile on her face that only looks surface deep as if she’s thinking to herself, “Man, when this is over, I’m going to call my agent and give him a piece of my mind. I said, ‘Stunt woman, not. . . woman doing exercise stunts’…oh, never mind.”

And then there’s the guy in the back row stage right. You can’t miss him. He’s the only guy in the entire video and he’s obviously thinking, “I am loving this view. Too bad, I’m not in the middle of the back row though, if you know what I mean. They say, ‘Unless you’re the lead dog, the view never changes’ like it was a bad thing.” What do you want? It was the 80s and people thought things like that then.

The girl in the green is just desperately struggling to keep up while trying to remember what she needs to put on her grocery list. She knows what she plans to make for dinner, but keeps asking herself, “Does the recipe call for cilantro, or not? Dammit. Who even uses cilantro anyway? It just tastes like plastic.”

The blonde is worried that people might think her perfect 80’s coif is a wig that might fall off and what appears to be her effort to keep it on is well worth having to watch this silly video.

The girl with the long hair, meanwhile, is really appreciating the fanning effect her back is getting as she moves.

The African American woman is also smiling, but you can tell she’s having issues with the dancer next to her. I can almost hear her saying, “It’s called personal space, honey. Look it up.”

And Jane Fonda, well, she’s pretty happy, too, as she thinks to herself, “Who knew I could make more money pretending to care about the health of stay at home moms (and dads) than I ever did as an actress. I wonder if there’s some way I could do a video called ‘Exercising To The Beat With The Beat (Generation)? Who knows? I could already be doing that somewhere else on Youtube.”

A picture of Jane Fonda laughing all the way to the bank.

Confessions Of A Doomscroller

Hello, my name is David. 

(Hello David.) 

And I’m a doomscroller. 

It started innocently enough, as these things always do. 

It was a little bit before the election and I discovered a site called RawStory. 

The stories may be raw, but at least they’re not half-baked.

Okay, okay, so it was January 21, 2017, but who’s counting? 

Anyway, it was a site filled with stories about Trump’s atrocities (all true, of course) and little celebrations of liberal victories (on the few occasions that we had them). 

There were never any stories about UFOs (well, not until recently, anyway) but there were stories about Trump’s lies, his scandals, his administration’s scandals, Republican party scandals, the Russia investigation, the impeachment, the Russia investigation, the anti-Russia investigation and on and on and on. And it told me everything I wanted to know. 

It wasn’t enough, though. I needed more. Soon, I started adding Politico, Huffington Post, Crooks and Liars, Axios and other sites with vaguely Latin sounding names. 

What the hell does Axios even mean? I think they made that up.

Before I knew it, I would start out every day with a visit to headlines on my phone’s newsfeed, then follow it up with my first stare of the day at RawStory and maybe check out a story or two or five or seven— all before getting out of bed. 

As the election drew nearer, like, when it was, oh, 40 months away, I began checking CNN and RawStory several times a day, but CNN didn’t change stories fast enough. 

I also realized that, even though I work at a place with all kinds of computers, I couldn’t check them or my phone every minute. I mean, I had to show some restraint, after all, didn’t I? 

Then I remembered another sense. Hearing. Air America may have gone off the air years ago, but there was still Stephanie Miller, Randi Rhodes and Rachel Maddow where I could hear the news of the day often with a liberal spin, well, except for Rachel where I to the news of the day with a heaping dose of historical perspective or Stephanie Miller where I got political commentary with fart jokes early in the morning. 

There’s nothing like the smell of fart jokes in the morning….it smells like, victory.

So, when I was at work I might check the latest news every now and then (defined as two or three times per hour when work was slow) where when I was at home, my rate of checking might be, say, five or ten times an hour. 

Once, when our internet service went out, I was surprised to discover that we had taken guests into our home who were downright rude. I know I’d been distracted, but I don’t remember my wife telling me she had listed our house on AirB&B, but there they were, these guests who, as it turned out, were loud, abusive and argued a lot. And then I realized they were our children. 

It was at that moment when I realized that things had gotten out of hand and that I really needed to spend more time with them. And I finally stopped the madness and put my phone down….until I realized that they didn’t refresh every time I swiped their foreheads. 

They maybe working together now to steer this battleship, but it won’t last long.

Same darn kids, same darn arguments, nothing ever changed. Not even an investigation to break up the monotony. 

Not unlike doom scrolling, really, but at least the story lines were more interesting. Exhortations to drink bleach, voter repression, lies about the election, an insurrection. How could “You’re in my bubble,” “No, you’re in my bubble,” “So what, you’re fat!” possibly compare? 

And then, one day in late January. it all came crashing down in the most undramatic way. One minute we were headed by a twitter-fueled adrenaline junky, the next we were headed by . . . my elderly Uncle Walter, a really nice guy who everybody liked or couldn’t find a real reason to hate so they made up shit until people saw him in action and realized that he might have been a bit of a goofball, but he wasn’t the boogie man they were making him out to be.

Everybody’s favorite Uncle Walter, sans the ability to wiggle his ears and fart at will.

And then I realized maybe everything was going to be okay. Yeah, sure, there was Covid-19 and not enough vaccines or tests and up until that point there had been no plan to distribute them. At least there wasn’t some crazed lunatic who one minute was telling us it wasn’t real and the next was telling us it was a plot against him all while doing nothing about it.

Yeah, I knew a recession was imminent, but at least I knew there was someone trying to do something about it, not telling me how good the economy was when I could see it wasn’t true.

Sure, there were some anti-semite white supremacists active within our borders who wanted to start a race war or a civil war or just a good old fashioned, plain not-so-civil war, but at least the head of the country wasn’t actively encouraging them, but instead was going after them.

And the Democrats had good ideas again and the Republicans were back to their deficit hawking ways after running up a deficit and giving more tax breaks to the rich and Moscow Mitch and Chuck Schumer were …..ZZZZZ — ZZZZZ — ZZZZZZZ.=

C’mon Man. Stay awake, will ya? Okay, so maybe he isn’t an electrifying speaker either. Photo by Matheus Farias on Unsplash

And it was all so terribly boring again. And government started doing stuff. Not too much, if Moscow Mitch had his way, but something.

And suddenly, things just started working again. Not well, mind you. Moscow Mitch is still out there gumming up the works and Republicans are still spineless bastards who so crave power and money that they can’t stand up to Qanon, but the election is finally over.

And I don’t know what to do with myself now that I find all this free time on my hands. Somehow it’s just not the same going to my newsfeed to see if things are changing every 5 minutes because adults are in charge and even RawStory’s landing page remains the same.

I reach for RawStories and realize that I just don’t care, but I don’t know where to go or what to do.

Should I go to CNN? Nah.

Should I go to Facebook to debunk the latest conspiracy? Nah.

Should I play with my kids? No, they’re adolescents and they’re just going to yell at me.

Oh wait, look! I just got an e-mail from RawStory. I know I shouldn’t open it, but I. JUST. CAN’T. HELP. IT….

No, I will not. I’m just going to have to find something to do with my hands and my time.

Just don’t make me give up Rachel Maddow and my fart jokes in the morning.

Yes, I’m aware it’s not healthy, but I don’t know what else to do with all that free time. I know, maybe I’ll take up smoking.