I caught the last half of the political debates tonight. And, no, I won't even begin to touch politics here.
I'd rather touch on the commercials. Because they made me feel like maybe, just maybe, I wasn't the target or expected audience for the debates. Because they were about absorbent underwear, and medication for several embarassing problems that women my age don't have.
And I couldn't decide, was I just the only thirtysomething loser home on a Saturday night? Or am I the only one who doesn't have alternative programming or chooses not to play a videogame? Are the debate-watchers all just confined to their recliners?
I can't decide if this says that I'm pathetic for watching or if the other people my age are pathetic for not watching? Or should I say 'apathetic'? Maybe a little of both? Either way, yikes.