No, Thank You, Post

Here's the thing.

We've been here in DC for a little over a year. For most of that year, I kept thinking, "Hmm. I need to subscribe to The Post". But instead, I just kept putting it off (Paige M****, "Master Procrastinator") and occasionally picking up a paper and a dozen doughnuts on those odd Sunday mornings when I'd actually put on some clothes and drive to the store.

But last week I finally filled out that little card, "Bill Me", and sent it in. And they sent me a paper. So I added it to the unread pile of papers from the Previous Sunday, when I went to Giant and picked up a paper and a dozen doughnuts. Ate the doughnuts, left the paper.

But last night I read them.

And the only thing I found even remotely interesting was an article in "Parade" on Sarah Jessica Parker, an article on NRA classes for women, and the comics.

There was a section on the 5 Best Burrito Joints, but they were all too far to drive for just a burrito. There was an article on the best hair salons, but... seriously? have you seen my hair? There were 4 pounds of articles on politics or political leaders or children of political leaders (and which celebrity said children resemble - are they SERIOUS?), but otherwise, Snorapalooza.

I'm having buyers remorse. I haven't even gotten the bill yet and I'm bored to tears with what others in our Nation's Capital find riveting Sunday Morning journalism.

So now I wonder. Am I that shallow? That apathetic? I know other people, friends, who adore The Post. They are informed and current and can have scintillating conversations regarding public affairs. I can't and don't and don't really care. I can talk about books and movies and parenting. Blogging! And Apple and touring in Japan. Dogs, decorating, and jewelry-making. But not politics. Don't even bother.