two-twenty

milk, milk, lemonade...

We've been trying to sort out our feelings regarding The Simple Life, but must admit to remaining a bit conflicted. What's the opposite of Schadenfreude, where watching other people's misfortune and embarrassment makes you feel kinda dirty and nauseous rather than "maliciously satisfied" (thank you, dictionary.com)? Anyway, watching P and N pour a man's livelihood (in the form of milk) all over the ground felt like a pretty damning metaphor for the privileged class' attitude towards everyone who makes the shit we consume, and thus our entertainment was tempered by a touch of shame.

Much worse than all that, however, was the tease wherein we see them get all tarted up and ready to hit the bar scene (which must be quite hot in Altus at 1 am, um, right??), but FOX makes us WAIT 'TIL NEXT WEEK to see them slut up the joint. DAMMIT!

A's side notes: P is frighteningly, skeletally thin. Wondering if bars in Altus stock Red Bull, or if they will have some flown in, or if P will change her bar drink of choice to iced coffee with extra sugar and a line of bathtub crank on the side. Find myself taking "malicious satisfaction" from the fact that normal production delays and series premiere pushbacks mean that the girls are shown wearing Von Dutch trucker hats, which are so terribly, ironically, and completely over. Pushing tinkerbell down the slide made me laugh (someone get that kid his own show!). I will not write about PH until next Wednesday, even if the threesome tape surfaces.

In case you need a fix: Reality TV World