Confession time: I'm obsessed with bad reality t.v. I don't get involved with any reality shows that actually gain decent ratings: American Idol, Survivor, Big Brother...I assume they're probably good shows. I wouldn't know, though, because I don't watch them. So You Think You Can Dance, Grease: You're The One That I Want, Pussycat Dolls Presents: Search For the Next Doll. Oh hell YES. And now all of my shameful dreams come true. Hey Paula!
Unbelievable. Downright unbelievable. Have you ever watched an entire hour's worth of programming with your jaw dropped while peering through your fingers and cringing simultaneously? If not, today's your lucky day. Bravo is brilliant enough to have shown two half hour episodes back to back to back to back. Guess what I'm doing? If you guessed "watching each of the two episodes twice and considering watching them via tivo in fifteen minutes when they're over" then you guessed right.
Guys, you HAVE to watch this with me. It's going to be the best thing ever, I promise. Paula has already cried four times, flirted with the entire cosmetics company creating her perfume line, scolded her assistants for not procuring the proper sweatpants and tennis shoes for her flight to Philadelphia, scolded the kindly women at QVC for not seeing her vision for her black hills gold jewelry collection through properly, complained about those darned Bratz people not calling her back for two months to discuss the wardrobe options for the aforementioned Bratz, made seven Simon jokes, flubbed no less than 40 interviews, stumbled through an acceptance speech, lost her limousine, and tripped in front of on-looking fans in a Valentino gown. And that's just off the top of my head. Thursday. Ten o'clock. Bravo. It's like our own little book club, but instead of books it's shameless reality television. Come on, guys, what do you say?
Thursday, June 28, 2007
New Obsession: Hey Paula!
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