TV for the TiVo Impaired
I'll watch a shit show -- so you don't have to!
Decent singer and 6' 8" dude Jermaine Jones got bounced, for he had four (count 'em! 4!) outstanding warrants for getting physical with a friend in a bad way. Sticky wicket!
They actually showed the whole eviction, then the producers said, "Your performance tonight was outstanding. Good luck in the future."
What future, producers? The one you just squashed on live TV? Yeah dude, good luck with that.
Photos: Disney, actualite.portail.free.fr
I don't mind her all that much but ever since she tried to act on Friends, there's something about Elle MacPherson's frozen mien that recalls Jessie from Toy Story. As far as the show's premise goes, two designers show three designs to the judges (Nicole Richie, Jessica Simpson and token real designer, John Varvatos), and buyers from Saks, H&M and Macy's, in hopes of earning some real live moolah -- all in the course of ten minutes. But they do this in front of a live studio audience, which gives it a distinct Ancient Rome-meets-Vegas game show feel. Nothing like a hungry arena in which to experience crippling public rejection. All that's missing from this scenario is a loaded Richard Dawson, stumbling out from behind the lamé curtain to squeeze Elle's boob.
What surprised me most was how Jessica Simpson actually proved herself capable of expressing a few coherent, insightful opinions about what women want to wear. Apparently, judgement day has come.
Curiosity of the Week
Jenny called my attention to this tragedy last night. In case it's entered the Twitter stream of your subconscious, here's what actually happened to Richard Grieco.
All he's missing is a feather earring and a band name that includes a striped animal.
St. Paddy's According to The Real Housewives of Southie
Many thanks to the gorgeous Gina, who always keeps me closely apprised of all things BAWSTON, like the return of these lush-ious ladies for St. Paddy's Day. Take a peek and see how we do back home.
Seriously...what the fck *more do you want?
Happy St. Paddy's/Ides of March, bitches!