What’s New?

The New York Times is my hometown newspaper.
I was born in New York City and grew up in
Manhattan. Why would I read The Washington Post?

Some people think the NYTimes is too liberal. Some people think it’s not liberal enough. I think it’s just
too big.

The September 14th weekend paper had 416 pages.
The September 22nd issue had 558 pages, and the September 29 issue had 320 pages.

I’ve written five books. All of them combined aren’t
as long as a week of the NY Times.

If I haven’t read all of the weekend news by Sunday night, I’m filled with guilt. My I.Q. lowers. My blood pressure rises.

Who has the time to read all that stuff? And that’s only the weekend paper. Who can afford to buy, to eat,
to see all that stuff?

I could get rid of five sections in a second.

First, the Style section must go. My style doesn’t change from Sunday to Sunday. As a matter of fact, it hasn’t changed in thirty years.

I don’t care about the weddings of people I don’t know.
I wasn’t invited. I don’t care where they went to
school, what they do for a living, how they met or
who their parents are. I never met their parents either. I’m still trying to figure out my own three weddings.

Next to go is the Sports section. The money the players make is obscene compared to teachers and nurses salaries.

My husband’s a Yankee fan. But nobody’s perfect.

Politics is the big news every day. It’s like having a Super Bowl Sunday 24/7. But the players are the Democrats and the Republicans and the stadium is Washington, D.C.

Football, baseball, basketball all have a limited season. Politics goes on and on and on. You have to pay $3,295 plus a hefty service fee—and you must buy two tickets—to get tickets to Superbowl Sunday.

On Tuesday, November 3rd, you don’t have to pay anything to vote but, depending on the outcome of the election, you’ll be bearing the costs morally, culturally, and financially for four years.

Which team are you routing for? Who scored today? Who’s out today? Who do you think is going to win?

Third, why a Business section? Got money to invest? Buy the Wall Street Journal.

Fourth, the Real Estate section is ridiculous. Nobody
can afford to live in Manhattan. That’s why there’s a
New Jersey.

Fifth, the Food section. A recipe for gluten-free, pumpkin, cinnamon, walnut banana bread is not news.
I don’t make anything that has more than one flavor
or more than three ingredients (plus spices).

So what’s news?

“However, The New York Times reported
the couple’s divorce has included fights
over kitchen renovations, fountain pens,
cigars and the dividing of their assets.”

Guiliani’s divorce is not news. It’s his third one and
I hope his third wife gets all the fountain pens and
cigars and everything else and more, and I don’t
even know her.

My grandmother always said, “No news is good news.”

When I ask my grandkids “What’s new?” they usually
say “Nothing.”

But I’ll tell you what’s news.

News to me is when anyone in the White House isn’t lying.

News to me is if I could fit into a size 10.

News is when my husband puts down the toilet seat.

Of course I’m being silly. But there’s so much going on
in the world that’s important, why is one of the world’s significant newspapers turning into a bunch of magazines?

If I want to read about Guiliani’s divorce, I’ll choose a long check out line at Shoprite and read the Enquirer while I wait.

The news on TV and cable isn’t much better. CBS, NBC, ABC news focuses on murders, the weather and sports. The newscasters’ white teeth are blinding and they always seem to be having so much fun with each other. I’m never that happy that early in the morning.

Fox news makes me violent.

The MSNBC and CNN newscasters all say the same things. Then they bring in experts who agree with them.

I don’t have an iphone to check out news and everything and everybody every minute so that’s another headache I don’t have to have.

It’s news to nobody that PBS Television has worthwhile programing. But there goes the evening. Who’s going to turn off Downton Abby to watch a Trump rally?

But I can get good news—well, not good like happy.
There is no good news today. But good like real news
on NPR and WNYC radio FM stations. I listen to them in bed before I go to sleep. So instead of worrying about family stuff, I can worry about the world.

Who–where–do you get your news from?

You’re just a button click away and I’d love
to hear from you.

About your world, your family, your joys and frustrations, growing up, growing older, even recipes– even though I stopped cooking–by request–years ago.

Goodbye until next time…

Hope your day turns out
as well as I hope
(but doubt) mine will,

Gingy (Ilene)