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August 31, 2008

ridiculous mass culture post

What shows do you find yourself watching where you think to yourself, "This is HORRIFYING!" but you can't seem to stop watching it. 

I have several moments of passive channel surfing where I have that gape-mouthed, shocked look on my face.  I used to think that very little could shock me, but it just isn't true.  People on reality tv baffle and shock me all the time. 

Right now I'm watching  Bridezillas.  And I always have that shocked, gape-mouthed look on face with this show.  I mean, these women are HORRIBLE to their fiances and their family and friends.  HORRIBLE.  LIke verbally, and sometimes physically, abusive.  Why are these men marrying these chicks?  How do these chicks have friends?  I'm so confused. . . .

Perhaps this show is some sort of subversive agenda FOR the gay-marriage lobby. . .  you know, showing the institution of traditional hetero-marriage in its true, god-sanctioned glory. 

What shows with absolutely no redeeming value do you find yourself watching and being baffled by?

August 27, 2008

It's BRAVO! Night and I don't have much to say except I actually liked tonight's winning look on Project Runway and I'm glad they got rid of that weak guy.  Nobody should make something-- even from car parts-- that looks worse than what I could make and still be able to stay on the show.  That's my rule. 

And Shear Genius. . . . what a disappointment.  I've never liked Dee.  Never.  Can't explain why.  I just don't. 

And that's all I have to say. 

August 26, 2008

BBQ voting

So, last night I'm watching the first night of the Democratic National Convention on CNN.  I'm usually not one to pay much heed to the commentators on these things.. . perhaps they're right that Night One should have seen more "attack" from the Dems regarding George Bush.  That always goes well with me, after all. . . .

But one of the things that so many of them were talking about were that "the nations voters don't seem to 'know' Barack Obama and his family well". . . . They were saying things like:

"The voters want to know what kind of neighbor he'd be, if he's the kind of guy they'd invite to a bbq or have out for a beer. . . this is important to voters.  This gives them an idea of the 'kind of guy' they're voting for. . . ."

WTF?  What, am I back in high school?  Last I checked I stopped voting for ASB Presidents as an undergrad.  We're talking about the President of the EFFING UNITED STATES! 

First of all, how anyone can reasonably wonder what kind of "neighbors" the Obamas would be is beyond me. The man wrote a book called the  Audacity of Hope.  Can no one take any indications from that?  He wears an unbuttoned collar on his shirt with a navy blue jacket-- no tie in less formal, outdoor appearances.  Does that tell you nothing?  He plays basketball. . . rather well. 

Sounds like he'd be like most neighbors in the U.S.:  Reasonably private, but willing to help put on the block party if you asked, and more than willing to help repaint an elderly ladies house if it badly needed it.  If you got to know him and his wife, they'd probably be willing to share babysitting and meal making duties among the other busy families in the neighborhood.  Again. . . he'd probably be like most "good neighbors" in the U.S. What makes you think he'd be any different? 

But even more than that:

I'M SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE BBQ VOTING!  Don't you think that's what got us into the mess that is the last 8 years?  Don't you think that most middle-America voters looked at George Bush and Al Gore/John Kerry and went. . . . "well, I'd be more likely to enjoy a beer with W. than with those other two douche-bags. . . those other two schmucks would just lecture me on the environment and health care, and who wants to hear that in a bar after a long day's work?  So, I'll vote for the dumb guy. . . he'd be less likely to make me feel stupid if we were at a BBQ together."

I sincerely believe, that on a subconscious level, that's what people were thinking.  This guy won't make me feel stupid, so I'll vote for him.  Just like people did when they voted the Jock in as Prom King. 

But I'm done with being tolerant of that. . . subconscious or not.  It's time to start voting for people who are willing to tackle the tough stuff that this country is facing.  People who have the long-view of this world and what it needs.  And people who know that this country has serious problems and it needs serious people to solve them (in the words of Michael Douglas in The American President). 

I don't give a shit which one of them would be more popular at a BBQ.  I want someone interested in being a good leader on a global scale. 

August 20, 2008

Catching Up on Project Runway

One of the things about doing shows is that I tend to fall behind on both my favorite TV shows and my blogging.  So maybe I'll catch up a bit on both. 

Catching up on my two missed weeks of Project Runway:

Olympic Challenge favorite quotes:

Tim:  "It looks a little Sergeant Pepper to me. . . "
Fake Tan Boy (Blaine):  "I don't know what that is."

WTF?  What kind of fashion designer doesn't know enough about its pop culture history that they don't have an idea what Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band is?  For crissakes. 

Michael Kors: (about the purple cocktail dress) It's perfect if her sport is drinking.

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The Brooke Shields Work Look Challenge

Brooke (talking to rock-corset-black leather girl-Stella):  But she still has to go to work in this.
*shocked look from rock-corset-black leather girl*

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Commercial Break. . .
Can I just say that I love William Shatner.  I love that he's IN on the joke about him.  So much so, that I've begun using a phrase regarding certain types of acting at the Shakespeare Festival. . . . some actors are just so SHATNEREAN.
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Sistah-friend Designer (Terry): I don't know what he's packin' balls or vajayjay, but I need him to figure it out and man up.  I don't have no babies. . . ain't nobody suckin' on my titties. . . .

Wow.  Always a classy and eloquent moment with the Sistah-friend.
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The Drag Queen Challenge

Blaine: I think this is so Blaine-licious.
Jerrell:  Shut the hell up!

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Okay, now I'm going to go have my sinus infection for the evening. 

 
 

August 09, 2008

Pearls before Swine

Did  you know that butterflies HAVE to open their wings and fly around on dewy, sunny mornings?  Apparently, their wings are equipped with solar panels from which they get their energy.  Huh.  How very eco friendly of them. 

I was reminded of that random fact simply because I am in a state of needing to conserve my energy for areas where it can actually do some good for my life.  I volunteered to "help out" with Hamlet props, and because I like to be involved with productions-- especially good productions-- I've been out there as often as possible trying to get what little bits done that I can. 

However, after having come off a big project like Twelfth Night and starting school again and lots of needs at home, my energy level has been on the low side.  Not quite at fumes, but the "fill up now" light is definitely on. 

Because of that, I wasn't particularly looking forward to the massive drive involved this weekend.  I'm picking up B- in LA and then driving her to Santa Cruz for our friends', Michael and John's, wedding .   But right now, as I'm an hour or so away from departing, I'm soooooo looking forward to it. 

I've downloaded a shitload of American  Theatre Wing podcasts as well as the entire series of Wormwood for our drive.   And I'm sure some musical theatre stylings will be involved as well.  And then, once I get to Santa Cruz-- one of my favorite places in the world-- I'll be looking forward to some pastry at the  Buttery or some Bangers and Mash at that Irish pub downtown and some book browsing at Bookshop SantaCruz. . . and, of course, a banana daquiri at Riva's on the wharf. My only "le sigh" is that Mondays are dark at the Shakespeare Santa Cruz festival where they are presenting R&J and  Alls' Well.  If I'm extremely lucky, perhaps I can get there on a Sunday Matinee before the end of the month.

Yeah, in the words of Adam Duritz "It's been a long time since I've seen the ocean. . . I guess I should.  Nya Nya Nyaaaa Na, Na na na, na na na. . . . "