TMI. No, really, TMI! by Miz Pink

Too much information is what TMI is, for those of you not in the know about such thingies. MacKenzie Phillips, co-star of the “One Day at a Time” sitcom from the 70s or 80s (I forget and I’m too lazy to look it up) is spending a lot of time hawking her book and talking about her incestuous relationship (supposedly) with her daddy. Mind you apparently the first time was a rape she says but the other times were consensual but she did it because of all the drugs she was taking.

I understand that parents do some sick things. I understand that many of my fellow women get raped. I don’t understand how you come out talking about how you willingly had sex with your daddy as an adult particularly when said daddy is dead and unable to defend himself. Airing dirty laundry and making yourself a freaky public spectacle in what seems to be an attempt to drum up people to buy your book.

What, VH-1 and MTV finally got tired of reality shows for washed up celebs and you couldn’t get yourself a gig there MacKenzie.

TMI baby. We don’t want to know that many sordid details of your life. If you were doing work helping survivors of incest or something instead of hawking yourself for money I might understand more.

TMI.

And what’s more let me pull out another internet abbreviation. STFU.