I would like to open by answering the question posed in the title of this article of whether it matters if Snooki is pregnant and the answer is absolutely not. Having written this, I would like to explain further why it is that it does not matter that Snooki may or may not be pregnant.
A thin man — maybe it was a woman (honestly was hard to tell in my tired state) was looking through one of the several bins of used records in front of Easy Street Records in West Seattle. I was walking to a friend’s apartment to take a short nap and my wife and I thought we saw our friend walk into the store.
I don’t know anything about Kate Gosselin except the very little bits of herself that she eagerly puts on television for public consumption, and after swallowing her bits without chewing for flavor, I cannot understand the essence of why she is on television and why she has a fan base. I’ve watched her repeatedly degrade her children and her former husband on television. I have watched her get pushed and dragged through dance routines on “Dancing with the Stars” as if she were a household cleaning appliance and not a dancer. Is that Kate Gosselin below or the Dyson Ball vacuum?
UPDATE: March 1, 2010. TLC did it again! They added yet another “Little” show to their Fetish Agenda: Our Little Lives. Now this is getting out of hand!
TLC — The Learning Channel — is a strange place to watch stories about American lives. TLC is infatuated with dysfunctional large families like “Jon and Kate Plus 8,” the Disgusting Duggars Family in “18 Kids and Counting” and their now litter of 19 children and, finally, “Table for 12.” We can rightly dismiss TLC’s infatuation with big families because they are trying to recreate the fading revenue magic of the Jon and Kate misanthropy; but why is TLC fetishising on Little People? How many Dwarf shows does one network need? The answer appears to be: Three. The first, and most famous TLC Dwarf show, is “Little People Big World” starring the wacky Roloff family.
Steven Seagal — yes, THAT Steven Seagal — has his own reality show on A&E called — Lawman — and put away your sniggering, because Steven Seagal is real in the realm of the New Orleans underworld.
Why is it when reality shows become closed microcosms of society only the nasty survive and only the vile remain? I’m now in my eleventh season of watching Big Brother on CBS, and this year, I’m close to packing it in and giving up on the show forever because when vile rats like Ronnie remain — seen below sleeping with one eye open — and all the good-hearted and trusting people are picked off one-by-one by the deliciously vicious… the rest of us are left to mourn what could have been: A fair game about social interaction without producer interference.
Continue reading → Outwitting the Wicked: Only the Vile Remain
Last Wednesday, I took a hard but fast spill that jolted my being and got me thinking about the realities of the world. The fall itself took less than a few seconds, but I am still reflecting well on the lessons I learned from it. I was walking to the subway on West on 96th Street in New York City with my friend Joe. That is my standard method of getting to work in the morning. I felt in my pocket to see if I had brought my glasses and realized that I had not. Just when I was about to get irritated that I had not remembered my glasses, I slipped in a major way. If you have ever seen the Peanuts comics where Lucy pulls away the ball before Charlie Brown has the chance to kick it, you will know exactly how I
fell.
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