I did my 7 miles with 10 x 100 strides (was supposed to be 8, but I did two more to make the distance go faster). Treadmill. At 2 miles I was thinking of quitting, but then Sarah came downstairs and turned on the TV. She found a couple of shows that got me through the remaining 5 miles -- Dr. Drew's Celebrity Rehab and Flavor of Love. Nothing like a little Loser Reality TV to get the juices flowing.
Speaking of Reality TV, I can't even tell you how disappointed I am that Johnny (Jon Dalton) Fairplay was voted off the island on the first episode of Survivor Micronesia. I LOVE Jonny Fairplay. He's one of my favorite all time survivors! Who am I going to root for now?
WTD: 43.6 (87% of planned runs)
YTD: 232
Showing posts with label Reality Television. Show all posts
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Sunday, February 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Boobs
Ladies,
What is the obsession with BOOBS? Can someone please tell me when a woman's breasts became an accessory for us to flaunt? I only bring this up because on tonight's American Idol, which was the Idol Gives Back episode, designed, like the Jerry Lewis Telethon, to make us feel a whole lot of guilt and then donate a whole lot of money to help poor, starving, AIDS and malaria afflicted children in the U.S. and Africa, Paula -- immediately following a video of her visiting a Boys and Girls Club -- stood onstage with Ryan Secrest wearing a dress that, well, featured a pair of the largest, roundest, firmest set of knockers that I have ever seen! Honestly, I could not even concentrate on anything else at the moment. Frankly, I gasped! And my ten year old daughter knew exactly what shocked me so much! It's a sad state of affairs, when my children who are aged 16 and under can tell when a woman's breasts are fake even though they have had no experience with the real thing since they were weaned.
Now, my own breasts are small. They used to be bigger, but I bore three children and spent a total of 5 full years breast feeding them. Now they are nothing more than a shell of their former selves. I would consider augmentation, but I am afraid I would wind up looking like some plastic surgeon's fantasy.
Last week Don Imus, thankfully, lost his radio show because of his rude and boorish behavior. How dare he call a team of highly intelligent, female basketball players "hos"?? But, why must we women "enhance" our breasts so as to look like the cover shot of an X-rated DVD?
To quote my daughter: "Don't they know that kids are watching?"
What is the obsession with BOOBS? Can someone please tell me when a woman's breasts became an accessory for us to flaunt? I only bring this up because on tonight's American Idol, which was the Idol Gives Back episode, designed, like the Jerry Lewis Telethon, to make us feel a whole lot of guilt and then donate a whole lot of money to help poor, starving, AIDS and malaria afflicted children in the U.S. and Africa, Paula -- immediately following a video of her visiting a Boys and Girls Club -- stood onstage with Ryan Secrest wearing a dress that, well, featured a pair of the largest, roundest, firmest set of knockers that I have ever seen! Honestly, I could not even concentrate on anything else at the moment. Frankly, I gasped! And my ten year old daughter knew exactly what shocked me so much! It's a sad state of affairs, when my children who are aged 16 and under can tell when a woman's breasts are fake even though they have had no experience with the real thing since they were weaned.
Now, my own breasts are small. They used to be bigger, but I bore three children and spent a total of 5 full years breast feeding them. Now they are nothing more than a shell of their former selves. I would consider augmentation, but I am afraid I would wind up looking like some plastic surgeon's fantasy.
Last week Don Imus, thankfully, lost his radio show because of his rude and boorish behavior. How dare he call a team of highly intelligent, female basketball players "hos"?? But, why must we women "enhance" our breasts so as to look like the cover shot of an X-rated DVD?
To quote my daughter: "Don't they know that kids are watching?"
Saturday, March 17, 2007
My Reality
I love to watch reality TV. I’ve watched them all, beginning with MTV’s The Real World and Road Rules, but now, I’m happy to say, that I’ve narrowed my dose of Reality to just three shows: Survivor, The Amazing Race, and American Idol. Why do I care so deeply about the contestants on each of these programs – are they bitchy or cute? Are they cunning or idiotic? What is it about these three TV shows that cause me to go into a state of withdrawal when sweeps are over and each series reaches its climax culminating in one lucky winner, or team, taking home a million dollars or a recording contract?
I think it is that these three, out of all the shows that have come and gone before and after, like The Bachelor/Bachelorette, The Apprentice, Average Joe, are the only reality shows that I could ever imagine myself, either now or when I was younger, vying to be a contestant. Would I be able to survive on an island with 12 cutthroat, smelly, strangers, running obstacle courses, eating rice and bugs? Could I navigate the globe with a partner (who?) without having a breakdown the first time we got lost? How would I have fared among the thousands of singers who face the producers of American Idol at stadiums and convention centers across the country every year? I may never know the answer, but I can still imagine. I can still enjoy occasionally watching my reality shows with one or three of my children. I can still speculate on strategy and evaluate the contestants. I still look forward to my fix.
One season, on Survivor, I actually knew one of the survivors. Knew in the "biblical" sense, that is. I went to law school with this survivor: "Survivor Andrew" and watching that particular season was actually rather painful. I was happy when he was finally voted off. It turns out that I didn't care too much for his TV persona. Was he that cunning and manipulative when I knew him all those years ago? I can't remember.
Rob and Amber are my favorite reality show characters. They have actually managed to make a career out of being reality contestants. And why not? Didn't they meet, become engaged, get married, and begin their lives together on reality television? It will be hard to watch The Amazing Race now that these two have been eliminated as contestants.
Which leaves American Idol. What can I say about this season? These singers suck. With the exception of two in particular, the rest are amateurs. C'mon. I can't believe that out of 100,000 auditions, this is the best in the country. No way. Tomorrow evening Simon Cowell will be on Sixty Minutes. You better believe I'll be watching.
I think it is that these three, out of all the shows that have come and gone before and after, like The Bachelor/Bachelorette, The Apprentice, Average Joe, are the only reality shows that I could ever imagine myself, either now or when I was younger, vying to be a contestant. Would I be able to survive on an island with 12 cutthroat, smelly, strangers, running obstacle courses, eating rice and bugs? Could I navigate the globe with a partner (who?) without having a breakdown the first time we got lost? How would I have fared among the thousands of singers who face the producers of American Idol at stadiums and convention centers across the country every year? I may never know the answer, but I can still imagine. I can still enjoy occasionally watching my reality shows with one or three of my children. I can still speculate on strategy and evaluate the contestants. I still look forward to my fix.
One season, on Survivor, I actually knew one of the survivors. Knew in the "biblical" sense, that is. I went to law school with this survivor: "Survivor Andrew" and watching that particular season was actually rather painful. I was happy when he was finally voted off. It turns out that I didn't care too much for his TV persona. Was he that cunning and manipulative when I knew him all those years ago? I can't remember.
Rob and Amber are my favorite reality show characters. They have actually managed to make a career out of being reality contestants. And why not? Didn't they meet, become engaged, get married, and begin their lives together on reality television? It will be hard to watch The Amazing Race now that these two have been eliminated as contestants.
Which leaves American Idol. What can I say about this season? These singers suck. With the exception of two in particular, the rest are amateurs. C'mon. I can't believe that out of 100,000 auditions, this is the best in the country. No way. Tomorrow evening Simon Cowell will be on Sixty Minutes. You better believe I'll be watching.
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