One of my fantasies has always been : “ Wouldn’t it truly be great to be a fly on the wall.” A fly is considered a lowly thing -- to be found on poop, and not so fresh fruit. Flies love poop , and fruit( in that order?)
Still, I would sacrifice my whole human form, to be able to fly around from wall to wall, and spy on the conversations of others. In college, “Social Psychology,” was my favorite course.
I try to read every book, or see any movie, where I get to observe people up close . I’m an unrepentant eavesdropper. My ears are not ornaments.
OK. Those are my excuses for being an avid watcher of reality TV. It started, much more proudly, with trying to see any documentary , that may exist, where cameras entered what were once considered sanctums . I rented the Louds, years ago. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/An_American_Family
I savored every second of watching another family’s trials and tribulations. Soon, I’d learn that this was something that sounded real nice: Cinéma vérité. That’s right. I was a budding social psychologist who loves the Cinéma vérité.
Still, I was no fly, and getting a glimpse, behind those closed doors, was an exception. Therefore,( unlike actors desperate to be cast on un-reality tv,) I welcomed the opportunity to sit, stare, and sometimes dissect, this new breed, “The reality show contestant.”
It’s obvious that the participants must act differently, than they would, if they were sure no one was watching, but suspending disbelief wasn’t so hard after all. Time and time again, I forget that the “Reality stars” would have to forget about the fact that -- tons of cameraman, camerawoman, and cameras are staring at them non-stop.
Reality TV gets a terrible rap. Sitcoms, TV movies, and hour long dramas, are now considered as superior. Some are, but I just watched a Lifetime Movie called Devils Pond:
(FYI- there was no devil or pond, just the worst movie ever made. ) and I decided that most tv, movies, and tv movie fare is not too hot .
So, I needn’t apologize for the fact that I salivated at the prospect of seeing a reality show, where I’d get the low down, on Hugh Hefner’s, runaway bride.
Instead of engaging in something like “eco friendly activism,” last Sunday was spent on the Mob Wives Marathon.
Conclusions get drawn: Drita and Renee are good people. Crude and rude, but not without humor and soul. Karen and Carla-- not so much. Wow! deep thought… These woman with their limited vocabularies( Fuck, shit, shit, fucking, bitch,youse, you fucking bitch,) are superior to the Washington D.C Housewives.
Those Housewives had fancy advanced degrees and were always at Galas … the Mob Wives are better people. They have standards of loyalty that we should all ascribe to. So what if they keep coming to blows? I rather be punched in the face than stabbed in the back. Give me a goombah or a mook over those D.C. shrews
And, look how Kyle betrayed her own sister(Kim Richards of Witch Mountain Fame,) on the Beverly Hills Housewives.
Could it be that I just saw a promo, and there will be a Mob Wives reunion show UP NEXT ??? That Sunday was shaping up very very nicely. Things will be hashed out in ways that the promo suggests are EXPLOSIVE. Recriminations. Dirt. Drama. Blows? Renee will leave crying. Why am I suddenly so happy to be alive?
Am I imagining that a small box under the Mob Wives Reunion show is telling me that the premier episode of Celebrity Rehab will follow? Have I been good to VH1 in another life?
Amy Fisher shot Mary Joe Buttafuco in the head. I read the NY Post everyday when it happened.
How delicious to observe Amy this many years later.
Now she does porno. I thought she shaped up and became some sort of journalist. Porno people scare me more than murderers. Deep in the San Fernando Valley, in some flourescently lit room - - So much emphasis on orifices.
Surely, she’s troubled . Now, she’s stuck with Dr Drew. I don’t trust him. He’s an entreManure of human suffering. Get it? As opposed to Entrepeneur? Why does he let that nasty woman hating Steven Adler stay?
I hate woman haters.
Neilsen, not Hippocrates, guides Dr. Drew. Why does he hire the likes of Shelley and that toadlike Jen to run his recovery center?
Shelley is as cold as ice . Chilling, really. Jen literally looks like a toad. I like toads, but her toadliness pisses me off. You can guess who's which.
Robin Cook could set one of his thrillers in The Pasadena Recovery center. Something is ominous, or is it merely amiss?
The place is depressing, for sure: The famous, the notorious, and those merely unwilling to return to obscurity, struggling with real and new fangled addictions( Sex addiction? Love addiction?Addictions to addictins?.) Surely, privacy would be a prerequisite. Hasn’t anonymity always been a big theme in battling these sorts of demons?
Sean Young is battling possible alcohol issues.
Wow. So many preconceived notions seep in . Stupid osmosis about another stranger. I know (or think I know,) so much more about her than I do about my next door neighbor. She seems so normal. After the first episode, I’m sure she’s gotten a raw deal. Many episodes to go. Facades drop. I hope it’s true that she’s a superfreak. Otherwise, she got raw deal. Raw deals are sad.
Bai Ling? Missed all her movies, but she was a real movie star. Why not go to an untelevised rehab?Oh no! She’s on the roof of this Pasadena Recovery Center! Dr. Drew
looks worried about being sued. Lindsay Lohan’s father feigns concern.
Ice continues to flow through Shelley’s veins. I forget what Dwight Gooden was doing.
Imagine you get feted, and paid millions to play ball, and you fuck it up so bad that you are stuck with Michael Lohan et al.???
Bai Ling , makes it off the roof safely, I’d come to learn, a Sunday later. The next night, I dream that Leif Garret dies.I google, and it was only a dream.