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Showing posts with label role models. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 12, 2009

where have all the real women gone?

Query--from whence does this bevy of "reality" shows featuring ignorant, uncouthe brats come? Oxygen Channel, you're on my list. At last count, there was Bad Girls Club (which is apparently going to be a new game, sort of like Sims), various Real Housewives of Wherever Rich Bitches Live, Rock of Love Charm School (aka Who Wants to be the Next Carrier of Bret Michael's STDs), Pretty Wicked, The Bachelor, Top Model, Girls of Hedsley Hall, uhhh...I know there's more but those are off the top of my head, and I don't watch any of these shows. I revile them. I miss the way women were portrayed and the example they set with the shows I grew up with: Carol Burnett, Jennifer from WKRP, Wonder Woman, Charlies' Angels, Mary Poppins, Claire Huxtable, etc. These women had class, sex appeal, and intelligence. They were independent and put their men in their place as needed, and didn't waste time doing and saying stupid things. To watch tv today, you'd think the most obnoxious, shrill idiot in the room with the least flattering outfit was something to aspire to. I don't like it. Not at all.

Runners up on my shit list:

The creditreport.com guy

I don't want these jerkfaces thinking they're a real band just because they sing in about 5 annoying commercials.









- This guy, from operacion repo.
I understand why you'd hire a big huge dude to take cars away from people who don't pay their bills, what I don't get is why you'd hire a juiced up antagonistic jerkoff with a trigger temper to interact with people who are more than pissed that they're losing their cars. Seems like a recipe for disaster and lawsuits.








Come back soon for more on Mary Poppins and why it's the perfect movie for everyone to watch right now.

A little Easter haiku for you:
Post church, on Easter
Honey needs cold medicine
I hear Heart playing.

I love Heart, by the way. I've posted it before and I'll post it again--I dare you to watch for 1 minute and not sing along. This is what I mean about real women...