Idol chatter
I had the house to myself last night and indulged in an orgy of reality TV.
I started by watching the auditions for American Idol. I didn't see them last time and was forced to miss out on all the fun of discussing them the next day at work, so this time I was determined to catch it from the beginning. For the most part I think that this stage is peppered with "plants" that are horrifyingly bad on purpose just for the ratings. My all-time favorite was Yellow Pimp Suit guy. He came all the way from Kansas, all by himself, and when he finally got his chance to do his thing, he sucked big time on national TV. After getting the big thumbs down, Randy actually telling him at one point, "You just don't have it, dog!" he continued to stand there and try to talk the judges into allowing him to stay in the contest. He was pleading and pleading and finally, mercifully, he gave up. The camera caught up with him in the hallway and one of those bubblehead hosts asked him, "So how do you feel?" (How do you think he feels, dickhead? Really.) Yellow Pimp Suit began to explain how awful he feels, and how he came there alone all the way from Kansas and has no family or friends there to cheer him on "like everybody else" and now he's got no way to get back and nowhere to stay and then...you guessed it...a single fat tear came rolling down his cheek...so of course the camera came right in for a close up. So I'm pretty sure that this is a sign that our society is presently in a handbasket on its way to Hell.
And then things went from bad to worse as I landed on what I believe was Meet My Folks, a lovely little show about eight trampy ladies who spend time with some handsome but clearly brainless guy...and his PARENTS. Uh huh. The truly awful part (I only continued watching this horror show in the interest of having something to blog...) was that these girls were obviously trying to make a good impression on this guy's parents, in the hopes of being chosen by them for their son. So what do they do? The producers bring out each girl's ex-boyfriend to say a few choice words to the parents. Favorite moment: One ex tells the story of how his former girlfriend completely invaded his privacy by hacking into his email and that sort of thing...totally damning stuff that suddenly turns this rather normal looking girl into a bunny-boiler...and her response? She sits there for a few moments...pause, pause, pause...then, seemingly for lack of anything better to do, bursts into tears saying, "I don't know this person...!" It was unclear if she was saying that she does not know the person they're describing who did all these sick things, or that she doesn't know this person she used to date...was she speaking literally, or symbolically? We'll never know because one of the other girls came over and collected her, hugging her and making "there, there" noises. She continued to sob wetly on her rescuer's shoulder for a few more minutes. Oh, how sad.
I can't wait until the next episode. I'm completely hooked.
9:14:23 PM 
|
|
