I just got back from the Farmer's Market and am filled with high-minded, judgmental, moral disgust with the vibe of Casual Glamour (have all the hippy's been exterminated from Santa Monica?) that hangs over what was originally intended to be an earthy place to buy produce. You would think that these women were born with self-pedicuring toes and it was a child's birth right to have an air-conditioned stroller and organic arugula (do babies really need lettuce anyway?). They could at least give it up once in a while for all the Vietnamese pedicurist and El Salvadorian nannies who hold their world together like the crazy glue on my tore-up salsa shoes...(sigh). I think everyone needs to get over themselves (including myself).

Just for today, I'm annoyed.