Chapter the Ninth: Waxing Static
Wow. It's been crazy here this past week, and today, the day I thought I was going to get something written here, I've ended up fighting for anti_howwasshe, something which I urge you to look into, LiveJournal or no.
[sigh]

Today, I think I'm going to discuss Smithies' obsession with reality television. This 'plebian' entertainment is oftentimes the center of our television watching in -- House, something around which our social lives, free time, and homework get planned around.
Some of my housemates cannot be found in the dining room at dinner. They are watching 'Elimidate', which they freely admit is possibly the worst show on television (seeing what FOX has offered up of late, and I'm not talking O'Reilly, I beg to differ). They love it. They eat it up and mock it and have a really good time with it. Some people also like American Idol, of which I have to say that Simon has the right idea. People who go on that show DESERVE EVERY WORD.
Personally, I have watched one episode of Elimidate, which I can't seem to really get into, not even to mock. I much prefer TLC's Makeover Story, Dating Story and Wedding Story shows, which we also seem to congregate to watch on days off. It's a bit less crude in its heteronormativity, as is While You Were Out, which we all seem to prefer to Trading Spaces, because everyone hates that one chick who does all the crazy stuff...Hildy! That's her name!
We all like Andrew Ben-Jumbo of While You Were Out. We think he's hella tight, to quote Teen Girl Squad. Everyone also likes to discuss the makeovers, whether of human or house, and bitch about all the ugly shit and the fact that Trading Spaces Paige (not ME!) is a nitwit.

Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, however, has become my reason to make it through Tuesday nights. It is the caviar of reality TV. The Lutece (which incidentally is closing, and I never got to go there) among Burger Kings, QE is witty, which I can appreciate. The mockery is built in (god forbid I should ever meet Carson--there'd be an implosion of wit), and screw the fact that they're camping it up for laughs. There's some really fun stuff in there, and as a queah, I don't care if it's exploitation if it's GOOD!

That sounded so wrong, but I must defend Ted Allen. He is a god.

So yeah, we at Elite Women's College watch the same shite as everyone else. Though sometimes you can catch us watching C-SPAN. Shhh.

Incidentally, it's nearly Valentine's Day, and that means there will be sap around Smith. Though I am not single this year, I want to give a holler to everyone that is, seeing as, come to think of it, this is the first Valentine's Day ever that I won't be single. Shit, I don't even know what to do with myself. Oh well. Julie, hon, if you're reading this, I hope I don't do anything stupid.

Oh, and interviewees? Your questions will be ready. Just not right now. I have to stuff Valentines.
- posted by Paige @ 2/12/2004 03:36:52 PM