Loading ...You may not have seen this show. In fact, I hope — for your soul’s sake — that you haven’t. But if, like me, you were watching the Olympics last night and just happened to change the channel to ABC, I’m sorry for what your eyes had to see: Teenagers overacting while singing tired pop songs. Teenagers being pushed to overact while singing tired pop songs by adult “teachers” who seem to want nothing more than to prey on the naivete of theater kids from Milwaukee (or wherever they’re from). Teenagers selling their soul to sing in a music video that will be shown during the credits of High School Musical 3. Nick Lachey. Teenagers being forced to “connect” with each other in ways that will surely get them beat up and ostracized when they get back to real high school. Did I mention pop songs that make me want to hurl? What about Nick Lachey, did I talk about him and how it’s like what the f*ck is he doing on my TV?! High School Musical: Get In The Picture is disgusting by anyone’s standards. Are these kids talented? Sure. But wasting that raw talent by forcing them to turn inane lyrics into some kind of heartache or life moment is stupid. So is encouraging them to act like Vanessa Hudgens. So, if you value the contents of your stomach and the opinion you may already have of theater kids, stay the eff away from this reality show. On the other hand, if you enjoy Nick Lachey’s wax-like interpretation of talking, as well as hearing “Bleeding Love” for the 9849th time turned into a duet and shoved into a weird scene about…what? Preppy guy meets 80’s-clad girl?, then by all means, TiVo this sh*t.
“Sarcasm is Unfeminine”. I wondered if this is
really how men feel? Do guys find women who
are sarcastic unattractive?
Is sarcasm the unibrow of a woman’s
personality (hence the photo)?
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Like Yourself? Then Never Watch ‘High School Musical: Get In the Picture’
Starlets: Media Moguls Or Greedy Bitches?
There is a reason why pro-football players aren’t actors. The same reason why actors aren’t pro-football players.
There is a reason we come into this nice, little world, with…gifts. And unless you’re some SUPER HUMAN FREAK, you don’t tend to have gifts that cross into a million different categories.
So when Vanessa Minnillo, used-to-be MTV VJ and super babe girlfriend to Nick Lachey, Jessica Simpson’s former husband, announces she is making, “a film.“, I want to tell her to grab a microphone, bust out an ab-roller, do her hair, tell me what the number one video of the week is, and then-shut up.
I get that a job like VJing is, to most, a platform to a “greater success.” But when was the last time a VJ came out with an Oscar winning, or even bearable film that didn’t go straight to DVD? I don’t think ever? Or didn’t join some cheesy teen sitcom (One Tree Hill- Hilarie Burton)?
Come to think of it, its not just VJ’s who are overextending themselves, Hollywood in general is getting ridiculously greedy. Read More »
“Back on the Horse(s)” Rock of Love 2: Episode 1
Welcome the first of many recap parties for VH1’s Rock of Love 2. I’d like to thank you for reading this because it means that on some level, you share a love (whether open or closeted) for craptacular television.
But let’s get started, shall we?
Episode one is almost aptly named ‘Back on the Horse.’ Certain gossip blogs were kind of enough to post pictures of the contestants before the show’s premiere. Neigh. Is that the sound that horses make? It’s been a long time since pre-school.
I must admit that I was pulling for Brett in the first season. Despite the fact that Poison sucked and that he at times looks like a transvestite when he removes the bandana, I thought among the strippers in the house he’d find one with a heart of gold. Well, he did, but I digress…
In the beginning of the episode, Brett pulls up to the mansion and his hair looks like it was made in the Mattel factory. The girls don’t notice how unnaturally long or synthetic it is and cheer upon his arrival. Read More »
There’s No Right Way for PDA
Like nails scratching a chalkboard, I cannot stand PDA. Some call me cold. Some call me heartless. I call myself considerate of humankind.A peck on the cheek here and there, fine. You like each other. You’re having a lot of sex. I get it. But Lapdog Syndrome seems to be the STD plaguing my peers even more so than syphilis.
You know the symptoms: the girlfriend becomes a lifeless, glassy - eyed rag doll on the overprotective boyfriend’s lap. It’s more precious than erotic, but equally gag - inducing. It’s almost as bad as the patented crotch - grab. Read More »
