And by “love” I can mean two things:<\/p>\n
1. Genuine love and affection
\n2. Or the gleeful snarky schaudenfraude brand of love. By that I mean: MEAN love.<\/p>\n
So here we go:<\/p>\n
1. I find myself loving this season of The Real World<\/i>. <\/b>The one in Austin. My love grew slowly … and it started out with a lot of shame mixed in … like: “Oh my God, I am actually aware when the show is on … and I am counting the minutes until it starts” … but now the shame is gone, and I am left with pure love and affection. Granted, my love for that show peaked years and years ago, with the San Francisco cast (my friend Mitchell and I still discuss those people as though we knew them personally. “God, I love Judd.” “You know who was great, actually? Rachel … and how she bonded with Pedro …” Etc.) So no. The Real World<\/i> has definitely gone down the slippy-slope since then — culminating in the Las Vegas season, when everyone appeared to just be alcoholic ho-bags and jag-offs. There was a naked lesbianic hot tub in the first show of the season. Uhm … what “real world” would that be? The show always attracted exhibitionists – of course it did – but when the entire form of the show is no longer normal interactions but people “pushing it for the camera”, it gets a bit boring. Poor Charelle – or whatever her name was. What was her name? That sadly unattractive I-will-make-out-with-girls-because-it-turns-men-on girl.<\/p>\n
I have gotten sucked into the Austin season, and I am strangely invested in a couple of these people. I started out thinking that Melinda was just a sad desperate slut … but now I have another theory, which I will not bore with you at this moment in time. I like Nehemiah and I wish him well. Johnanna needs an intervention. Seriously. Lacey is weirdly cool, even though she’s kind of superior and over-it. I like her because she does her own thing. She’s a virgin, she doesn’t drink, she has a serious boyfriend back home … she’s not interested in getting drunk and hooking up with people like the rest of the people in the house … so she doesn’t. She’s impervious to peer pressure. And then there is Danny. Of the broken-eyeball fame. I love Danny and his Boston accent. I fear for his broken eyeball and crushed skull. I am glad that they reconstructed his poor collapsed face, because he is a cutie. He has gotten sucked into a heavy duty thing with Melinda … and he needs to break free. As of now, he’s being a prick about it, very ungraceful (and of course – the second she takes the hint and backs off, he’s all over her again. Come on, Danny. Knock that shite off) … but it will be interesting to see how it unfolds.<\/p>\n
Obviously I need to talk about this in WAY more depth.<\/p>\n
People I need to psychoanlayze, and commit paragraphs and paragraphs of text to:<\/p>\n
Melinda and Wes.<\/p>\n
Wes is a fascinating case study. I don’t even know where to start. How can one be so completely unaware of how one comes across? To me, that connotes a deeply deeply stupid person. You know those people who honestly believe that they are fooling everyone in the room – who project out a persona, and really think that we’ll all buy it? They honestly believe that we think they’re hot shit, or cool – or whatever it is… Like when Wes went in to “comfort” Johanna in her bed, and he was wearing dark sunglasses. Dude. Please. That was SO for the cameras, and he honestly believed that we, back home, would be like: “Wow. Wes is so cool. So hip. Wearing sunglasses in the house.” Wes walks around with invisible movie cameras following him around (in addition to the real camera crew following him) – and is starring in his own movie. Only he thinks that he’s, like, Russell Crowe … when in actuality … he is Patrick Dempsey.<\/p>\n
I can already feel how much I need to talk about this.<\/p>\n
I also feel like I might need to do a post about how just the thought of Patrick Dempsey puts me into a rage.<\/p>\n
Get ready for some major Real World posts. I have got to get this out of my system.<\/p>\n
2. I love the whole “fraud” thing of Renee and Kenny<\/b> (aka The Pucker-faced Inchworm and The I’m-not-a-real-cowboy-but-I-am-one-hell<\/i>-of-a-stud) . Just goes to show you that bonding with someone at a tsunami benefit does not til-death-do-us-part make.<\/p>\n
3. On the flipside, I love Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher.<\/b> This is the genuine kind of love. I get the feeling that there’s something quite substantial going on between the two of them, and they truly seem to enjoy one another. The body language says it all to me. I also just kind of have always been a “fan” of hers – but I’m not sure how else to say it. I don’t think she’s a very good actress, although do not even try to tell me she’s bad in GI Jane<\/i>, because I LOVE that movie. It is the guiltiest of guilty pleasures – I have to have seen it 20 times. Anyway. It’s not really her acting … I guess it’s her perseverence. She just kept sticking with it. I remember her as Jackie Templeton (on “my” soap, General Hospital) – back before she became famous. And … she’s one of those actresses who is a savvy businesswoman, who was able to cultivate deals for herself unprecedented in the business – at one point she was the highest paid actress in Hollywood – and yet somehow, even with her stardom – she keeps her private life private. She doesn’t really<\/i> court the prying eyes. There’s a wall there. After her divorce from Willis, she disappeared to raise her daughters. She lives in Idaho. Then – suddenly – she was back. And I don’t know. I just love her and Ashton together. I think they’re a great couple, and every photo I see of them, they’ve got this glow about them. Like this one<\/a>. Compare to the body language in this photo<\/a>. Ew.<\/p>\n So congrats to Ashton and Demi!<\/p>\n How much more trivial can you get here???<\/p>\n I’ll think of some more later.<\/p>\n Oh, and on a final note, here is something Mitchell said (one of my best friends), after the birth of Rumer (Bruce and Demi’s daughter):<\/p>\n “Yes. They have named their child Rumer. Their next child will be named Flat-Out Gossip, and their final child will be named Bold-Faced Lie.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" And by “love” I can mean two things: 1. Genuine love and affection 2. Or the gleeful snarky schaudenfraude brand of love. By that I mean: MEAN love. So here we go: 1. I find myself loving this season of … Continue reading
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