Self-important baby boomer (I know, that’s redundant…) Arianna Huffington thinks that you care how much sleep she gets each night. I know that I sure the fuck don’t.
I’m on a roll with my anti-baby-boomer crusade, so let me next discuss baby boomer Arianna Huffington as an illustration of some of the things that I’ve been talking about.
I have noted before that even liberal baby boomers suck to at least some degree.
Huffington is a case in point.
Huffington doesn’t pay the people who contribute to her website, The Huffington Post (estimated to be worth as much as $200 million), although she sure bashed her fellow money-grubbing swine in her book Pigs at the Trough.
Huffington herself — who used to be married to millionaire Repugnican Michael Huffington, until he came out of the closet, and who espoused right-wing ideas and values before she turned to the left — sure the fuck isn’t hurting, from what I can tell, but she can’t — or rather, won’t — pay her writers.
Huffington’s latest kick is her “Sleep Challenge 2010,” in which, I guess, her point is that women don’t get enough sleep, and so she’s trying to get more sleep and she’s going to tell us all about it.
Here are excerpts from her post on day four of her “Sleep Challenge 2010”:
…I’ve yet to meet my challenge goal of getting eight hours of sleep a night. But I’ve gotten close — getting seven and a half hours each of the last three nights.
And I’m already seeing the benefits, such as starting my day feeling like one of those horrible “rise and shine” people you normally want to throttle when you are among the sleep-deprived. And I’m hitting the ground running, minus the morning mental fog….
…Another luscious sleep aid: the yummy pink silk pajamas I just got as a gift. Just putting them on made me feel ready for bed — so much more than the cotton T-shirts I usually wear at night. These pajamas are unmistakably “going to bed clothes,” not to be confused with “going to the gym clothes.” Far too many of us have given up on the distinction between what you wear during the day and what you wear to bed. Slipping on the PJs is a signal to your body: time to shut down!
I also made sure I had my Blackberries (yes, I have more than one!) charging far, far away from my bed so I could avoid the middle-of-the-night temptation to check the latest news — which these days usually includes word on which Democrat is announcing his retirement and which Republican is accusing Obama of being “soft” on terror….
…My daughter is heading back east today, so my biggest challenge going forward will be my coffee consumption. All my friends know what a coffee addict I am — and will appreciate how tough it’s been to stick to my new vow not to have a drop of coffee after noon. So far this week I’ve tried and failed to keep my vow — that’s why I’m going public with it. Can you please be my Caffeine Police? If you see me drinking coffee after noon, you have my permission to take it from me — even if you have to pry my fingers off the cup!…
Are these the frantic rantings of a grown woman or of a fucking teenager?
There is nothing on the planet more pathetic than a baby boomer trying to be young and hip again.
It would never occur to me, a Generation X’er, that anyone would give a flying fuck about how much sleep I get every night, how many Blackberries I own (but for the record: zero), what I wear to bed, or that I’m trying to kick my coffee habit.
Arianna, get a fucking grip.
The polar ice caps are melting. We don’t give a fuck that you’re trying to kick coffee or that you just love your pink silk jammies. Nor do we need to hear you brag about how many electronic toys that you can afford to own because you don’t pay your writers.
Again, even the most liberal and progressive of the baby boomers — and even those who weren’t even born here in the United States, like Huffington (she was born in Athens, Greece) — are annoyingly self-centered and selfish.
That Arianna Huffington is one of the good ones — that speaks volumes of the problem of the baby boomers.