i hate babs

i have always been somewhat impartial to barbara streisand. i loved funny girl, hated the prince of tides, and sometimes catch myself singing along to people at the occasional wedding or barmitzvah (usually while tanked on kosher wine). however after watching oprah interview babs the other day, my indifference has faded and murderous scorn has taken its place.

reasons why babs must die:

- her primary belief system (and main line of conversation) is that the flowers directly outside a room should colour coordinate with the decor of the room itself. hmm, and i though buddhism was deep.

- her insistence that she's "loving the aging process". i'd be loving it too if i'd had as many facelifts as she has.

- her constant moaning about how years of wearing stilettos on and off the stage have ruined her feet, while at the same time wearing a pair of 9 inch heels. buy some bloody birkenstocks, babs.

- her ruining of one of my favourite songs*. not because she sung it badly - i'll admit that the lady can belt out a lovely tune - but because she had photos of her late dog running on a screen behind her throughout the performance. how poignant.

*smile from charlie chaplin's modern times.