Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Trash-A-Holic
OMG, I am totally addicted to the train wreck better known as "Breaking Bonaduce."
It's amazing how much of their personal lives these people are willing to share with the world. It's weird because there are cameramen following them around all the time. Isn't he embarrassed in front of them, if not the millions of viewers he's managed to addict?
I mean, the guy has such a crazy histroy. Married his wife the day they met. A LONG time ago. She's been through everything with him. It's amazing. She seems pretty normal. I mean, the whole last season was their marriage counseling, and now it's Danny being kicked out of his house, and his wife threatening divorce. This isn't like Jessica Simpson buying $3,000 linen. This is Gretchen Bonaduce telling the cameraman that she plans to file papers.
Another Vh1 delight was My Fair Brady, which I loved. I watched Adrianne Curry cry her eyes out every time Christopher Knight did something foolish. Made you understand how this was his fourth marriage. It's not like he did it on purpose or anything, but he was like Ray Barone, only in real life.
She came to her senses and said there will be no cameras after the wedding, but before that, during her tomoltuous engagement, why did she want millions of people to see that? And she KNOWS that the editors are merciless and are willing to do almost anything to create drama. And she was willing to allow millions of people to see this.
What is it about these people? Doesn't pride come at a cost?
It's amazing how much of their personal lives these people are willing to share with the world. It's weird because there are cameramen following them around all the time. Isn't he embarrassed in front of them, if not the millions of viewers he's managed to addict?
I mean, the guy has such a crazy histroy. Married his wife the day they met. A LONG time ago. She's been through everything with him. It's amazing. She seems pretty normal. I mean, the whole last season was their marriage counseling, and now it's Danny being kicked out of his house, and his wife threatening divorce. This isn't like Jessica Simpson buying $3,000 linen. This is Gretchen Bonaduce telling the cameraman that she plans to file papers.
Another Vh1 delight was My Fair Brady, which I loved. I watched Adrianne Curry cry her eyes out every time Christopher Knight did something foolish. Made you understand how this was his fourth marriage. It's not like he did it on purpose or anything, but he was like Ray Barone, only in real life.
She came to her senses and said there will be no cameras after the wedding, but before that, during her tomoltuous engagement, why did she want millions of people to see that? And she KNOWS that the editors are merciless and are willing to do almost anything to create drama. And she was willing to allow millions of people to see this.
What is it about these people? Doesn't pride come at a cost?
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Remembering Simpler Times
At a local park, I noticed a woman walking with a walkman.
2 steps behind, I thought. iPod, Discman, Walkman.
Then I remembered my 10th birthday present. My grandmother gave me money for my birthday, and I chose to spend it on a walkman.
Back then, in the mid-1990s, cassette tapes were standard, actresses wore a size bigger than 0, and Gap was for rich kids.
Now, cassette tapes are for my car (which is from that time), discmans are big, bulky nuisances, actresses wear size 00 jeans, and Gap is just as good as Conway.
Paperbacks cost less than $6, the internet and cell phones were waves of the future, and Prada was inaccessible.
Now, there are eBooks, Cellphones with internet access, and Prada is commonground for many.
When my niece bites a hole in her bologna, she deems it a CD. Me? A record.
Those were the days.
2 steps behind, I thought. iPod, Discman, Walkman.
Then I remembered my 10th birthday present. My grandmother gave me money for my birthday, and I chose to spend it on a walkman.
Back then, in the mid-1990s, cassette tapes were standard, actresses wore a size bigger than 0, and Gap was for rich kids.
Now, cassette tapes are for my car (which is from that time), discmans are big, bulky nuisances, actresses wear size 00 jeans, and Gap is just as good as Conway.
Paperbacks cost less than $6, the internet and cell phones were waves of the future, and Prada was inaccessible.
Now, there are eBooks, Cellphones with internet access, and Prada is commonground for many.
When my niece bites a hole in her bologna, she deems it a CD. Me? A record.
Those were the days.
