I'm sure it will happen to you one day.

I was saying goodbye to my mom in her office tonight. She has a little TV in the corner, it's always turned to CNN. Larry King was talking about Scott Peterson's sentencing tomorrow - information was scrolling across the bottom of the screen while images of the cold, detached, courtroom-Scott flashed, intermingled with shots of his crying in-laws. Where I used to work - six months ago, the bloodless, souless office I escaped from - the women were obsessed with Lacy Peterson. There were two teevees in that office and any time Scott would appear on screen, they'd hush the doctor and the patients and turn the volume all the way up.

'Oh, he's gonna get his.'
'I don't care that he killed HER, really...but. The baby!'
'You know. They're ALL capable of this'
'Sometimes I'm afraid to go home, or even to leave the house.'

Eventually I broke down. I told them. 'YOU DON'T KNOW THEM THIS DOES NOT EFFECT YOU YOU ARE A BUNCH OF CRUEL VULTURES OH MY GOD TURN THAT SHIT OFF FOR TEN MINUTES IT'S DRIVING ME INSANE'. They laughed and made fun of me.

As if I was the one with the problem.

Unrelated: Could someone please stop Sarah Jessica Parker? I live in fear of my television. Helpmeplease.