Xanax Moms: The Real Housewives of Beverly Pills

I had this really well crafted blog about mothers and fathers who roam the streets of Beverly Hills, and any other major upper class neighborhood in the United States who are hopped up on Xanax, and consider that little pill a problem solver.  I had funny names for Xanax, including "Beverly Hills Tylenol", "Mother's little helpers" and my favorite, "Beverly Hills Breakfast." This blog was all ready to go, and something in the blogoshphere had other plans for this post -- so it was deleted magically.

The main idea of this post was that people are over using anti anxiety pills at dangerously high levels without any regard for their own health or the health of people around them.  People are vilified for drinking and driving, texting and driving, and driving without a proper headset for a mobile phone; yet, too many people are operating heavy machinery or making expensive purchases on Rodeo Drive under the influence of Xanax.

These pills are perceived as problem solvers, when in reality they are problem procrastinators.  We are all very good at procrastinating.  It's part of our nature, I do not know why, but it doesn't really matter.  Something goes wrong at school, a parent pops a Xanax and meets with the principal, the $500 hair stylist doesn't have the most recent issue of US Weekly - Xanax is there, and popping a pill while going to a place of worship is just as important as the pair of Christian Louboutins you will be wearing.  (Even though I fully condone taking any mind altering substance before worshiping and Deity)

I have recently been experiencing this rampant Xanax popping by so many people, and they see it the same way that I might see taking an over the counter headache medication.  It's absurd that this is the case, and it's even more absurd to me that this is beyond recreational use of drugs, because it's regimented in a way that people go to Urth Cafe (my new have coffee spot, sorry CBTL), order their latte and pastry, down it with a Xanax and their day begins.  Not the breakfast of champions, unless a champion is a zombie walking around under the influence of "the little pill that could."