Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Sucked into the white trash tornado
I was thinking it would be one Jerry Springer episode after another.
Not quite, but pretty darn close.
I watched the last 30 minutes of the show from last week. And I got to meet some REAL characters.
My personal favorite moments were from tonight's episode when one contestant was telling Bret Michaels that she wasn't sure if she could trust him when he is out on the road.
Ok. Sweetheart, here's the deal.
He's a man who is cutting a solo album. He is using THIS show to catapult his solo album out there so he gets good playtime on it. This girlfriend thing .... whatever. I don't really see him settling down with this person who "wins" this competition.
So ... if you are looking for love, you're looking in all the wrong places.
Here's another one: Rodeo and the cry-fest. Talk about not being able to get a good read on a person other than being able to tell that they aren't playing with a full deck of cards .... well, that was about all I could get out of her.
But the best part was when she said: I love rock. I love country. That's why I wear this hat because kids love me.
Ok. What the he*&? Seriously. Did that just SERIOUSLY come out of your mouth? I think it was a good thing that Bret let you return to your seven year old son. You need to go home and work on those conversation skills with him.
Then there was the other girl ... Brandi C. ... who was booted off. And she wondered why?
I think I would THANK him for kicking me off, thanking him for finally snapping me back into my own little world of reality where I could actually step back for once and look at the prize at the end of the stick.
Dudes... it's BRET MICHAELS!
The man used to wear more makeup than me throughout the entire 1980s ... just for ONE show.
And is that EYELINER still on his eyes?
The production company says it all: it's "mindless entertainment."
Labels: television shows
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
Seven bottles of beer on the wall...