The Commercialism of America

So I work up this morning to the blare of my Hannah Montana radio singing, what else, “10 Things I hate about you” and confirmed the time on my Hannah Montana wrist watch. Yep…had to go to work. Reluctantly, I climbed out of my Hannah Montana silk coverlet, smoothed my Hannah Montana pillow set, and set to get up.

Moving aside my Hannah Montana shower curtain, I had a nice shower with my Hannah Montana shower wash and used my special Hannah Montana hand mitten for a good wake up call. Drying off with my Hannah Montana beach towel, I added a little Hannah Montana lotion from my special Hannah Montana hand dispenser to make everything silky smooth. I brushed my hair with my Hannah Montana hairbrush and then I put on my Hannah Montana t-shirt, bermudas, baseball hat and co-ordinating pink scarf, waved to my Hannah Montana wall poster and grabbed a Hannah Montana cheese stick on the way out the door. (I’ll save the Hannah Montana Breakfast crunch for another day – watching carbs)

Starting the car, I hummed along with Best of Both Worlds on my Hannah Montana CD and read the back to school billboards along the route featuring my favorite Hannah Montana clothing wear. SALE TIME!

At lunch, I pulled out my Hannah Montana frozen dinner, and set it on my Hannah Montana plate, got me a Hannah Montana yogurt stick, and poured some drink into my Hannah Montana plastic cup. Keeping neat, I was sure to use my Hannah Montana napkin set too. Then it was back to work and I pulled out my Hannah Montana pencil, pen set, out of my Hannah Montana purse and set to writing notes on my Hannah Montana notepaper.

I got a lovely surprise in the afternoon – my hunnie sent me some pink carnations with Hannah Montana Balloons. What a mind reader! I blew him a kiss, because I keep his face close by on my Hannah Montana bentwood table in my favorite Hannah Montana picture frame. After a quick stretch in my Hannah Montana director’s chair, it was back to finish my day!

Glancing at my Hannah Montana wall calendar, I noted what was up for tomorrow, took one last look around my office adored with my Hannah Montana wall paper border, fluffed my Hannah Montana pillows arrayed in a special corner, and shut off my Hannah Montana lamp for the day.

…They said Elvis Pressley had difficulty adapting to fame and all that it entailed back in the day…leading to his lifestyle choices and eventual demise. (Yeah, I know, I'm dating myself) What is it about America that thrives on the Star, the Enquirer, People, the Media, YouTube, MySpace, and more?. Where does it end?…When does it start all over?... Where does it go from here? Can this be fixed?

It used to be you paid extra for cable and avoided commercials. Now we pay extra for stations like NFL or movie channels…and even those are saturated in commercialism. In watching the Jets against Giants this weekend, by the end of the first half (30 minutes game time) we’d been watching tv 90 minutes….COMMERCIALS. Now, we even get to watch advertisements BEFORE movies in the theatre.

So all this commercialism fuels the stars/athletes/talking head salaries they say. So, What happens NEXT? Are there limits?
To quote an 80’s icon, please, STOP THE INSANITY!!!
Well, let me know...I'll be watching the Hanna Montana Show...