What kind of chick am I?

True story.

I get home from my errands around 6, getting ready to go out to Anna Liffey's, and I'm eating a cheeseburger (from McDonalds, I'm not proud of that, let's all move on) and flipping channels. Local news, local news, Telemundo, HSN, boring, boring, nothing. I get to TNT, and my guilty pleasure, Law & Order, is on. I'd watch L&O all day, every day if I could. Don't ask me why, I'm pretty sure that no one really knows. But it's a later episode with Dennis Farina, that smug, joyless actor that "replaced" Jerry Orbach after he left the show/died. So I don't want to watch it. I change to USA, and it's Law & Order: SVU. A show that nearly every single female I know absolutely loves. And I just don't know why anymore. I used to be addicted to it, but now I just can't watch it. I mean, seriously, I can only hear about a woman getting raped or a kid getting molested so many times before I can't take it anymore. But there's nothing else on, so I keep it on.

After 10 minutes of watching it (a storyline about a male stripper getting raped by women...yeah, I didn't quite get it either), I am filled with self loathing, and I hit the guide to see if there's anything else on that's even remotely interesting on any other channel. (This is one of the times I wish I had the money to get one of those super giant cable packages like my parents have, with eighteen million channels, movie channels, and all sorts of goodness. I have such disparate tastes in movies and TV that I can almost always find something to watch.) And lo and behold, on CNBC, they're showing the Olympics. My sanity is saved by boxing.