Jingle Pot Girls
There is so much hype this weekend to do with the tenth anniversary of the death of Princess Diana that everyone forgets that this weekend, or some day in this week, also marks the tenth anniversary of The Jingle Pot Girls. I am a little offended that the CBC and the W channel dedicate at least 8 hours to Diana, with memorials and documentaries and conspiracy theories, but what about us? Have we too not been dogged by the papparazi? Do we not have our own conspiracy theories? Where is our documentary?
Ok, there's no papparazi. But we've made up some good conspiracies. And a documentary about us would be so scattered and unfocused no one would want to watch it. Not that we are scattered or unfocused (most of the time). But we are kind of all over the place, each of us persuing our own Jingle Pottiness in our own way. Each of us, you know, becoming what we never thought was even possible ten years ago, which is, like, exactly who we are supposed to be. We're just amazing because, really, Jingle Pot Girls have trouble being anything thing else.
Lindsie