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| Monday, April 18, 2005 03:02 PM |
| We just want ya'll to have a good time |
| by poppy |
For those who may not know, I have a bit of an obsession with the reality TV. Not with anything that has a purpose mind you. Survivor and the Amazing Race bore me. I like the meta reality shows, the VH1 hodge podge compilations. I have an especially sick relationship with the Fabulous Life Of series, where you get to see all the ridiculous things rich people spend their money on. I also like the shows where I can see Paris Hilton's vagina (or at least the blurry box where Paris Hilton's vagina would be), which is almost every show on VH1. Then, of course, there is Queer Eye, which I resisted valiantly for months and now can quote as if scripture. I even got drawn into the Project Runway drama for a while, but only because Wendy was such a goddamn bitch... and Jay was just so friggin fabulous beyond words (I wrote him a letter and told him to quit smoking so that we would not be robbed of his fabulousness prematurely). God help me, I even watched the Showdogs Moms and Dads when the gay couple called the cops over doggie cuddling rights. I kid you not.
What I can absolutely not stand however is the Gastineau Girls. There doesn't seem to be anything not to like: two pretty girls with too much cash and not enough brains traipse around NYC... and Aspen... and Palm Beach. From what I've seen (and admittedly I cannot watch for too terribly long), it is a show about them buying things. Now, given my admitted addiction to Fabulous Life, you'd think I'd be all over this one. I think that I would be if it would accept that it is a show about two women who have more money and time than they know what to do with. Instead, it presents as a show about the drama of their lives. Drama? What drama? I'm sorry, but there's no goddamn drama in going to Aspen and spending five hours in a store to find the perfect dress. There's just not. The closest to drama came in an episode I saw last night, when the mom put designer boots on her chihuahua and the poor thing wouldn't walk, just stood there pathetically lifting his back paws up and down. Yet during the opening of every show they say, oh, look at this drama, we don't have to try to create the drama it's just our life, like we open the front door and there's drama.
Oh bite me. Paris Hilton's snatch is way more interesting.
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