My finals are done - Organic Chem is still boring - but all just in time for Reality Show Finale time!!!

Ironically, American Idol and its cast of sellouts have been the king of their timeslot for a long time. They have been unbeatable! Alas, last night my future husband, Apolo Ono smacked down Simon Cowell, drunk Paula and the “Dog Pound” guy. Apolo beat out N-SYNC Joey, with the help of that horrifically cute and flexible blonde (damn her).

American Idol, on the other hand, was quasi-painful. I know it has made them a lot of money, but it is way TOO formulaic.

Singer sings with various arm movements and “riffing,” maybe a stroll through the audience. Singer finishes. Ryan pretends he is straight. Randy “shouts out” to his “dog pound” while “keeping it real.” Paula has a swig of whatever is in her Coke cup while kissing the singer’s ass. Simon, clad in white or black t-shirt, is honest and blunt amid a shower of boos. Back to Ryan, playing it straight. Read More »

Say I have bad taste in music; say I am so not a hipster. But I miss the good old days of cheesy, catchy, can’t get it out of your head, ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’ pop music.

Sure the bubble gum pop craze got slammed by the critics as unoriginal/awful/insert any bad name you can think of here. But face it. What music do you pre-game to? What music do you run to at the gym?

Not Jack Johnson. Don’t even kid yourself.

We all know that screaming, dancing sing alongs to ‘Everybody (Backstreet’s Back Alright)’, ‘It’s Tearin Up My Heart’ and all the other boy band music hullabaloo is what makes taking that 5th shot so much more fun.

You may have dissed it at the time but admit it, you miss … Read More »