I have a confession. Mind you, I've been needing to confess this for a long time, however I've been too embarrassed to face the music. What can I say? I guess I'm a follower. I hate being different. Now, I tried and I tried to change, but my efforts were useless. I tried to ignore this feeling but it kept coming to the surface like the aftertaste of bad sushi. But I realized perhaps it's time to come clean. So, here's the truth:
I hate shows about cakes.
It's CAKE, ladies. I don't need to watch Cupcake Wars, Cake Battle, Dream Cakes, Who's the Boss of the Cake or whatever the crap is called. I mean, how does TLC get away with these pathetic excuses for a T.V. show? I would rather watch a make-out scene from the series about the creepy old couple that have 19 kids than be forced to sit through an hour long segment about the drama of baking.
However, my girlfriends love these shows. I smile during the conversation of these cake shows, nodding my head in agreement so hard I nearly have a concussion. But, I just can't relate. Aside from the fact I like to EAT cake, there is nothing else in my realm of interest that would make watching these shows remotely entertaining.
That being said, it makes me question: Does this make me less of a domestic woman? Is the fact that I would rather watch Jersey Shore get their GTL on, or people busting it on Wipe out embarrass my gender? Perhaps I am flawed as a homemaker. Are we all suppose to enjoy cooking shows? Who killed JFK? Does this define us as women? Did Yankee Doodle really name is feather macaroni? Should I fake it, till I feel it?
Sometimes I feel like my transition into suburbia is completed. Until, I try to sit through an episode of some cranky, fat people frosting a cake and then I quickly realize-- nope, nope, not there yet.