Today while eating a very tasty Cedar Seared Alaskan Salmon, broccoli, and rice pilaf (my favorite meal by the way) entrée from O’Charley’s (a favorite restaurant), my attention drifted towards the Sunday marathons of “Snapped,” on the Oxygen Network. This stellar faux-newsmagazine program tells the sordid tales of women “screwing the pooch” in their roles as wives, mothers, and girlfriends.
The program format also is sure to feature a young, beautiful woman leading a charmed life snaps. What becomes amazing at this point in the program is that each woman is loosely defined as both a victim and a perpetrator. Although I want to feel sympathetic for this person and woman involved in what are horrible defining moments of her life, but I have a hard time doing so. Evoking this emotion for a person that has such disregard for human life they would take another person’s life is really a mystery to me. But dinner is over and we are home unloading the firewood we picked up at the Smith Farms on Winchester Pike.
There’s always something to do, so I proceeded to clean, fold laundry, and enjoy the company of my family. When the house became quiet I decided it was time: To open my laptop. After a brief YouTube search for “Snapped on Oxygen.” I found a really humorist short of the program that spoke to me in a particular way. Trust me: if you get this article, you’ll like this video.
I’m not going to ask if anyone has ever snapped, but I am wondering if you have a story about how you really wanted to snap?