This morning
I called into the WNYC pledge drive and made a donation and after the drive worker took all my information, she asked, “Do you have any comments or suggestions?” and I wish I could pretend I responded with a gracious, “No, you guys are doing a great job.” Instead, I blurted out, “I fucking hate Jonathan Schwartz and eight hours of him a weekend is like twelve hours too many,” and the girl said, “Oookay then, thank you for your pledge,” and hung up. She might have been laughing but I may be making that up.
I am an asshole but I’m also totally right. I don’t need to hear Sinatra b-sides in a row in the middle of my Saturday.
If WNYC wants our money, they also get our opinions.
The next time I pledge to KEXP, when they ask me what my comments are, I’m going to tell them how I hate John Richards. I like the music he plays most of the time, but I hate him and his smug “I take my kid to baby yoga” and general all-morning-every-morning parent bragging.
Yeah but he plays such good music. And the other option is Troy, who play AWFUL morning-music, talks too long, and can’t pronounce his way out of a paper bag. It’s gotten so I can tell who’s DJing by whether I’m angry in the shower or not.
