I was watching "Carrie" with a friend and her family on IFC last night. Her girls hadn't seen it. I love Brian DePalma and hoped they'd enjoy it, too. I used to work for IFC and we were all cinema fanatics and had great respect for the filmmakers, so I was upset when IFC cut to a commercial break in the middle of an awesome long camera move that reveals the bucket of pig's blood. I just couldn't believe it!
Anyway, I was on one earbud and my friend was on another and I was playing her the audio from my appearance on a local radio station from the other day as her kids were watching, "Carrie" so suddenly the scene of Nancy Allen giving John Travolta a ######## pops up. I was wondering how the 12 year old was going to react and how her mother was going to explain. Maybe she didn't need to. Maybe kids are way more advanced these days than when I was young. I watched the mom's eyes look over at her daughter, the daughter's eyes looked at her, the mom's eyes scanned over to mine, I look at the daughter's eyes, then she looks over at me... Who was gonna be the first to speak? What could be said? I thought for a moment as my mind raced over the possibilities.

"Her contact lens fell into his lap and she's near sighted and looking for it."

"He has a loose thread on his jeans and she's biting it off."

"She loves kielbasa and he's hidden one in his pants, that's all honey!"

Nothing was said or explained and we returned to the sound of my voice and the mp3s of me on the radio. Some people that listened that morning have added me as a friend on Facebook and that made me feel so good, but today my friend, Jerome who is the one who asked me to do the show told me that the General Manager came and told him that he didn't want me on the air at the station. It seems he likes his radio station to sound redneck and retarded and I didn't fit that sound. He just loves to have his radio stations to suck!