Saturday, November 06, 2010
Shore Leave
Well, we said goodbye to Jersey Shore last night, a few weeks after the rest of the world did. Given our busy and glamorous lives, it's just not always possible for us to keep up with The Situation and company the way that we'd like to. But we made up for our tardiness with some extra dedication, dressing up in graphic tees and giant hoop earrings (for the ladies) and brewing up a tub of Ron Ron Juice. For the uninitiated, Ron Ron Juice is a concoction of watermelon juice, cranberry juice, vodka, and cherries that sort of tastes like feet. But it has its intended effect, and as a result we had rather a marvelous time.
The question for us now is what to watch as our new ridiculous television program. We are still not fully able to stomach Teen Mom, primarily out of a deep conviction that slutty teenagers should not be given covers of Us Weekly (unless they are Miley Cyrus, that is). That new Bret Michaels show looks like it gets just a little bit too real; call me crazy, but I far prefer tramps on a bus to public service announcements about diabetes. And the new Lauren Conrad show remains just a lovely dream. So we're thinking about Hellcats, a snappy little program about competitive college cheerleaders, who seem to cheer far less often than they have complicated romances and deliver snappy one-liners. Watching television is hard work, yo.
Well, we said goodbye to Jersey Shore last night, a few weeks after the rest of the world did. Given our busy and glamorous lives, it's just not always possible for us to keep up with The Situation and company the way that we'd like to. But we made up for our tardiness with some extra dedication, dressing up in graphic tees and giant hoop earrings (for the ladies) and brewing up a tub of Ron Ron Juice. For the uninitiated, Ron Ron Juice is a concoction of watermelon juice, cranberry juice, vodka, and cherries that sort of tastes like feet. But it has its intended effect, and as a result we had rather a marvelous time.
The question for us now is what to watch as our new ridiculous television program. We are still not fully able to stomach Teen Mom, primarily out of a deep conviction that slutty teenagers should not be given covers of Us Weekly (unless they are Miley Cyrus, that is). That new Bret Michaels show looks like it gets just a little bit too real; call me crazy, but I far prefer tramps on a bus to public service announcements about diabetes. And the new Lauren Conrad show remains just a lovely dream. So we're thinking about Hellcats, a snappy little program about competitive college cheerleaders, who seem to cheer far less often than they have complicated romances and deliver snappy one-liners. Watching television is hard work, yo.
