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I Love HollywoodLand, But Feel Okay About Reality TV






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Happy Sunderson, my friends. I trust your weekend is well and I hope the Big Man gave you the day off tomorrow to honor Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Tonight, as I watch my main squeeze, Ryan Seacrest on E!’s Red Carpet, I listened as Ken Baker ran off a list of celebs who have donated some serious $$ to the victims of the Haiti Earthquake. I often make fun of celebrities, but sometimes they make me very proud. Gisele Bundchen gave $1.5 million, Madonna gave $250,000 and George Clooney put together a fundraiser that will air this Friday, January 22nd. Well done, everyone. Though my donation didn’t match that of Gisele’s, I contributed to the cause via The Red Cross. Anything you peeps can donate to help the victims is help enough: old clothing, supplies, anything!

Back to smutty tv. Later in the week I watched night two of American Idol‘s premiere, The Real Housewives Of Orange County and Jersey Shore. Television at it’s best. Idol held auditions in Atlanta, GA and a cast of thousands showed up. Some without teeth. Some past the max age (that stupid pants song). A reaaaaalll special crew.

Jersey Shore didn’t disappoint, per usual. Two solid hours of burying my face in my hands. The kids were dropped off in their element for a night of, you guessed it, drinking in Atlantic City. “The Situation” called Snookers fat, she admitted to a history of eating disorders, then they partied at Providence. The late-night antics were the best. JWoww vowed to smack “The Situation” upside the head after he refused to leave the club to escort her drunk ass home. And smack she did! That security team must be OVER IT. Having to wait outside a door, or outside a bar or outside the hot tub in case sh*t gets weird. Let’s see, what else happened. Oh yeah, the leather couch at Karma. I didn’t know bars had couches. It looks more like the owner’s parents’ leather couch that they didn’t want to keep and he had nowhere else to put it. Snookers’ actions on that couch made me want to clorox the hell out of said furniture. I believe she was riding commando whilst kissing her suitor. After suitor’s friends tell Snicks that suitor has a girlfriend, Snicks goes outside and finds another suitor. This one proves she may be straying from the Juiceheads (the other kid, the farmer with the beater) may have also stolen her heart. Love on the Jersey Shore. LOVE.

The Real Housewives Of Orange County was another snore-fest. However, one topic intrigued me. The tension between Lynne and Gretchen. Gretchen called Lynne to ask for permission to talk to her teenage daughter. Lynne, being the half-wit that she is, thought it was a splendid idea. After Gretchen spoke to Alexa about her (multiple) mentions of depression, Alexa took offense and told Lynne, who also took offense. Then Lynn told Gretchen to butt out. I’m on the fence about who to believe. I respect the fact that Gretchen offered to lend an ear to Alexa because teens don’t always want to confide in their parents. But Lynne doesn’t think Gretchen is much of a role model. Hey, the woman never said she was a role model, she’s only offering her support should Alexa want to talk. So…either Alexa should stop crying wolf or Lynne shoud start listening to her kid. What do you think?

ILYTV!

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