September 18, 2002~~4:55 p.m.
Sin City Ironic? I think not.
Curious to see for whom I was passed over to be a castmember on Real World Las Vegas, I tuned in last night to MTV. The �10 Spot� to be exact. I was shocked and appalled. Yet, as God as my witness, I will be a faithful watcher. What the hell is my problem with MTV reality shows??!! Sweet Jesus. I am SUCH a sucker. And for someone with a relatively large capacity for intelligent thought processes too. It�s probably the same phenomenon as the whole deal with knowing full well that the girls in magazines can�t POSSIBLY be that thin and beautiful naturally, but still organizing my life around the next best way to look exactly like them even to the point of sending myself into a disordered eating downward spiral into the depths of hell: you know it�s bad, you know better, yet you get sucked in. As an aside, I highly recommend going here to see the commentary given �Sorority Life� by my favorite San Francisco Chronicle columnist, Mark Morford. Methinks he despises Jordan and Mara as much as we do, dear readers!! So anyhoo, I just think it�s hilarious that here I am, a grown woman (well, that�s debatable, but whatever) of 24 years, yet I continue to subject myself to the inane addiction of Bunim-Murray productions. After they so blatantly and painfully rejected me.(See Real Wet I,Real Wet II and Real Wet III) I�m like an abused woman. So last night, there I was, meeting and greeting the new cast like they were my new best friends. There�s Alton from San Diego, who plays the violin not so well, but whatever�apparently it�s a hit with the ladies, (although I have never gotten a date over MY sexy violin-playing) and Trishelle, from Cut Off, Louisiana. I have no idea where the hell THAT place is, but I do know that apparently, they �cut off� all expectant mothers from having access to baby naming books, because �Trishelle� ain�t doin� it for me. And she already had sex with the married guy, Steve, within 47 minutes of the first episode�s beginning. Then there�s Brynn, the spoiled, bratty, wannabe bisexual from Portland. She wanted Steve but he rejected her. She got pissed and listened to him make sweet love to Trishelle through the curtain door. She needs to be re-informed that a cute hairdo and smile doesn�t always get you what you want and besides, EVERYONE in Oregon tries to be a lesbian at one point or another, so you�re not so cool after all. Then there are 2 COUNT THEM 2 black chicks from the ghetto, Irulan, who, judging from the previews of the forthcoming season, will struggle with her bi-racialism, and Arissa, a girl who apparently is planning to dump her gangsta boyfriend now that she has been temporarily re-planted in Vegas and thus has �made it out� of the projects. That sounds like a great plan, chick-a-dee. You go g-funk. Lastly, there�s Frank, the nice white All-American guy from Pennsylvania, who just wants nasty Trishelle to dig him. He gets his heart broken within the first 48 hours of life at The Palms hotel and we all breathe a sigh of relief that he is now in the clear from getting crabs from her. Because he is a nice guy. And she is a hooch. Sigh. So I think Mary-Ellis and Jonathan did me a favor by not putting me on the Vegas show. I would�ve never in a million years gotten into the spa naked on the first night. I guess Yes knew what he was doing when he sent me home that rainy day so many months ago. Meanwhile, I�ll just sit at home and continue to watch this shameful television they pass off as �reality.� But don�t tell anyone.
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