Friday, January 25, 2008

dirty laundry on the radio
Current mood: hyper

Don't be the person who calls the radio station and airs your dirty laundry.

There's this show that I sometimes catch on one of the local radio stations. "The War of the Roses" The host takes a story from a caller who thinks her boyfriend is cheating on her. The radio station proceeds to call the boyfriend and pose as a start-up florist willing to send roses to a person of his choice for free in return for word-of-mouth promotion. With the girl on the line, they ask the boyfriend to whom they should send the roses.

And while I think this is kinda funny… yeah, I admit to laughing.

When the boyfriend names a girl other than the caller, the girlfriend has this "Ah ha!" moment and immediately speaks up to confront the cheater. Now, the funny part is when the boyfriend (soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend) starts back pedaling like a maniac. "You got to let me explain."

"That girl's my sister." "Girl, we're just friends."

Yeah. Right.

It's like a radio version of Springer. Just need a 7-foot bald guy and a bleepy button.
Now, what's NOT funny is when the guy is not cheating… when the boyfriend actually names the girl who is on the phone. It's a bit cruel.

If the girl wants to make herself look like an idiot... so be it. But she's dragging this other fellow into it, too. This poor guy (who was clearly not a cheater) is being thrown under the bus by a chick lacking in confidence and overwhelmed with false suspicions. His name has been given on the radio. Undoubtedly, people are listening who know him.

Even if he wasn't cheating, he's probably going to break up with her for pulling this kind of trick on him.

I would.

She's getting someone else to take care of her business - publicly!

Geez Louise.

But hey, it's 15 minutes of entertainment for the ride home.