Reality television has become more and more dramatic, and crazy. It is absolutely horrible television, which is what makes it so great to watch. I love perching in front of the boob tube to watch the weekly train wrecks. Especially with this new season of The Real Housewives of New Jersey.
It's just not the same without Dina.
I wish Saturday Night Live was not in its off-season, because of one person in particular from Real Housewives, and that is Danielle Staub. Why she’s paid to be on tv is beyond me. This woman brings bodyguards around with her (more like ex-cons) because she thinks the other woman are going to kill her. It’s hilarious, and I wish I could see a parody of it every Saturday night.
Bill Hader would be perfect to play Danielle… Let’s make this happen, shall we, NBC?
Today, I would like to see how many times I can make my dog do that cute sideways “what you talkin’ ’bout” look. By doing so, I’m going to make a lot of random noises and say random words like a crazy person. So far, I’ve gotten three and a half out of her. Right now she’s mostly interested in the squirrel that’s running around across the street… She’s humoring me though. She’s wagging her tail but you she’s thinking “What the h lady.”
Wife Swap is hilarious, and I’m starting to become obsessed again. Two completely different families trade the mother and they have to live the alternate lifestyle, yada yada (I’m sure everyone has seen it). This is reality television at its finest. In the most recent episode I watched, one family is on a raw meat diet and they don’t wash their hands after they take a deuce. The other family wears designer clothes and they actually clean their house and bodies, but maybe to an extreme (in my opinion, there’s no extreme when it comes to clean). The families have their freak-out moments, say when the hippy mom is trying to show the nicely dressed husband and children how to slaughter a chicken. But somewhere in the middle, maybe when the hippy licks the kitchen floor, they have a touching moment. There’s always an emotional connection. The moral of the story is “different strokes for different folks,” whether you like to slaughter your own food or eat out five times a week. This episode however, makes me want to shower.
During date night tonight, my boyfriend and I went to Scotty’s before heading to the movie theatre (Alice in Wonderland, fabulous!). We ended up sitting at the bar, which was great, but there was just sports news on the flat screens. And I had a thought, I would much rather enjoy my brewski and dill chips with a little E! reality tv. Now, I like sports, and I like watching the games. I would just rather enjoy Keeping Up the Kardashians than two old dudes talking about some draft I should know about. If there isn’t a game on, then turn it to HGTV. I would pay more attention to House Hunters, along with every other woman in the restaurant (and some guys like it too, hmm cough-myboyfriend-cough). There should be a place the ladies can go and enjoy the Bachelor on the flat screens while snacking on some greasy loaded potato waffles. And if there is such a Heaven, point me in the right direction and I’m there.