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New York, 7:36 PM
Fri Nov 27
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And while we're at it, outlaw "reality" shows. They put actors and writers out of work, they encourage monkeyshines like these, and no good has EVER come out of them.
Can't people just get real friends to keep up with? What with all this Twittering and Tweeting and IM'ing and texting--that's not enough? You have to watch sub-par mediocrities you don't know, and don't have to put up with at work or next door? You don't have enough banality in your life already? Or do you get off by laughing at these self-important, pompous idiots? Then please find a better way to feel good about yourself.
Please. Just stop watching. The future of the earth depends upon it!
04:13 PM
I don't know what you do for a living, but clearly it's something very classy and important and refined and whatnot. I'm surprised you're even slumming around here, on the web, where reality TV watchers hang out -- isn't your kind of lofty criticism usually reserved for the editorial page of the NYT?
#gatecrashersgate
04:32 PM
Reality TV--It's a kind of low-brow voyeurism--let's do a roll call, shall we? Who is famous only for their show? And what kind of role models are they?
How about the Kardashians. What do you learn from that? What value does that have? There's no taste, no brains, nothing but complete self-absorption. Stripper pole in your house? Check. And what's the pregnancy rate for teens these days? What role models do they have?
Or the Housewives of ____fill in the blank. "Housewives" -- oh, as in "just" housewives. Ditto, what's here? Why is ordinary crap from life--dullness and stupidity mostly--worthy of tv? Can't you go to a neighborhood coffee klatch and get better entertainment?
And let's see, there's also Paris Hilton, the queen of Bimbos, and let's not forget Octomom--who belongs in a mental health facility--is going to get one.
Or the Gottis. That was a fine bit of entertainment, wasn't it?!
Jon and Kate? Oh, the important thing is that you breed a lot of kids and then open your life to total strangers for money--you whore out your kids and your life. Even though you know your husband was about to throw in the towel on the marriage. But no--the people who watch this raise nothings and nobodies with nothing to contribute to the level of little gods. For what?
So maybe I missed something with ANY virtue of ANY kind? Perhaps you'd direct me to that? These are trainwrecks at best, stupidly dull at worst.
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05:43 PM
I have a great sense of humor...actually, I'm laughing my ass off right now!
My response was not, in fact, an "ad hominem argument" it was a question in response to your desire for someone to point out how these shows have virtue of any kind. And I did, humor is a virtue, these shows make people laugh. Done and done.
Also, just so you know what you just did is an ad hominem argument. Saying that myself and the other commenter should get a sense of humor does not actually address the issue we are discussing but attacks us as people. Yes, the other commentator's post could be mistaken for an ad hominem argument (which really is a misnomer since they are attacks not arguments) in a way though it really falls under sarcasm which is not, sorry to tell you, an ad hominem argument since it was not an argument at all.
Don't assume people who watch reality television are stupid. Some of us just know how to relax once in awhile. Also, we have special buttons on our television sets that allow us to turn off things we don't enjoy.
FYI: The Gotti's haven't had a show for almost 5 years and the Kardashians have on more than one occasion poked fun at themselves and the humor that comes from their "reality".
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In 2005, I was on good behavior (though the theme of my party was Lumberjack Or Whore: Which One Are You?), but a week later, I went to a bar with the guy I was dating and... well whatever. Fucked if I know, really, but I woke up alone in my apartment, the relationship officially ended via his bitchy text message.
I spent the week alternately crying and checking prices on flights to New York. I could either see my friends and family or sit in my cold apartment, downing anti-anxiety meds and Beam.
The day before Thanksgiving, I got some ridiculous deal and that settled it. I made the calls and announced I'd be in Brooklyn by two the next day.
(An aside: I was doing all this from my office on campus; I was also student government co-president, though why anyone would have given me any sort of responsibility at this point of my life is truly mystifying. Anyway, a cute boy who liked me chose to stop by at this moment and cry to me about his STD. This happened a lot that fall, and was not what I had really signed on for.)
The next morning is a blur. I've always needed drugs to fly, and I know I traded the guy next to me a Klonopin for a double vodka.
I took a cab into the city, dropped my shit off at my best friend's, did a line, and grabbed the F to Brooklyn. There waited my favorite family member, all her friends, amazing food (she was a chef at a restaurant you've all heard of), and more marijuana than I've seen before or since.
The night ended at Union Pool, around a fire pit with people I love. It was the best Thanksgiving I've ever had, a beautiful moment of calm right before I went truly insane and ended up in intervention-ordered therapy and on even more prescription drugs.
But that's a story for the inevitable xmas thread.
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You could combine 1, 2, 3 and 4 by yelling "Look, it's Rob Pattinson!" and then pushing through in a tight V-formation in this uniform:
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And now a break in the horror for a puppy picture.
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Because of hangovers and still being awake, and after a vicious T-giving fest with my family, my manfriend and I decided to check out the 5 a.m. extravaganza at Wallyworld. Incipient brain death was our only excuse, not only for being at Black Friday, but for being at (for fuck's sake) Wal-Mart at all, ever. After pulling up in the car and viewing the inbred, wild-eyed, ravenous crowd huddled together in a seething mass of undulating hell, we said "Fuck, no", and left to go get pancakes.
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calla lilies.
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Now...those nephews older step-brother is Michael, who came under another person's identity from the killing fields of Cambodia, also during the 80s, also illegally. He and his wife have 4 kids and a growing -- due to immigration -- extended family. He is a small business owner, the class of people Republicans have now nominated as The Most Important People In America. He makes a Pad Thai that will burn your eyebrows off.
Without illegal immigration, that party would be half empty.
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