first of all, only 22 more weeks.
second of all, i’m becoming increasingly addicted to on the media. it’s all part of my weekly sunday NPRathon. this week was especially good because they were talking about Norma Khouri. for those who have no idea who Norma Khouri is, you can go read all about it in the Moorish Girl’s Khouri Report. yeah, so the short story is Khouri is this woman who wrote a memoir about how her jordanian best friend was killed by her father for falling in love with a christian soldier. the only thing is that Khouri totally made it all up. it’s an odd combination of Plain Layne or Kaycee Nicole type hoaxes mixed with the audacity of Stephen Glass or Jayson Blair.
i don’t know what it is about these kinds of stories that attract me so. i was, at some point in time, totally hooked on each of these stories. i would spend countless hours reading most everything i could find out. i even wrote a semi-coherent (but not really) rant about it once. it’s just something about these stories. maybe i just want to know what kind of person it is that can be so full of themeselves, so sure that they can pull off this elaborate hoax and not worry about it. or maybe they do worry about it and still go through with it anyway, but why? perhaps it’s just the whyness of it all that i want to get at. this is my survivor, my amazing race, my big brother, this is my bad, bad tv that i can’t seem to get enough of.