All the Mooos That's Fit to Print

It was a few years ago that I last wrote about my discomfort with the headlines. At that time the CNN website was where I was getting my news, and I became fed up with what they considered news. "How the Dalai Lama Fell In Love with Grits" is an example. I had previously walked away from Comcast's news website in favor of CNN, and I found myself on the moooove again, this time ending up at Huffpo. Where I've stayed for a number of years. While the site has worsened.

It's not just the misleading headlines that lead one to a much tamer story than has been suggested, and it's not just the stories that don't add up to the headline. It's the headlines themselves. The tawdriness of the stories. And the fact that they appear on the main news page. If I want The National Enquirer, thank you, I'll go to the supermarket.

Some of today's top stories on The Huffington Post include:

• The Single Biggest Sign of Impotence (how clever is that phrasing?)
• Plus Size Model Stuns in Bikini Shoot
• How I Knew My Boyfriend Wasn't The One (wonder if The Single Biggest Sign is involved here?)
• I Married a Psychopath
• Sort Porn Masquerading as Art
• Nine Natural Cures for Erectile Dysfunction (no comment)

and the one that is finally driving me away from The Huffington Post as my news source:

• What Olivia Wilde Needs You to Know about Her Vagina

I've no idea who Olivia is or which of her other needs I might be expected to meet. But my own need not to know trumps her vaginal sharing. Big time.

I'm off to try out the BBC site. At least this morning when I heard them on the radio announce "Russian Court Frees Pooo-see RY-ott Member" it sounded civilized. And, yes, I know who Pussy Riot is. Andrew told me.