Exposed

5/29/07


exposed

i imagine that makes me sound like this is a blog about my feelings. it is not. well, there's one feeling, which is a little confused. and grossed out. make that two.

actually, it's just bored. i dont find this confusing at all. not even grossed out anymore. and i even find my thoughts on it banal and completely overstated these days.

i was at the gym and watching the latest sordid offerings from MTV on mute while i was on the stairmaster. that thing fuckign hurts, by the way.

there is a show called exposed and it made me sick and uncomfortable and sad. make that 4, i guess. basically, there's a hot person, and their significantly less hot friend sits in a van and watches them go on a date with two contestants. apparently, the contestants are hooked up to voice regocnition sensors, which i find questionably scientific-y. and the ugly friend can tell the hot friend who's lying.
whatever, ok. i felt maybe bad for the ugly friend, and kind of laughed at the hot friend and felt artistically aggravated at the sheer staginess of all of it. but what is so terrible about the show is that balls out, straight up nasty girl showdowns the show STARTS with. i've never seen such mean, unecessary, and most bizarrely, their completely un-heartfelt bitchiness. really, it was like a chore for these girls to march across a lawn shouting:
Blonde: Hey Bitch!
Brunette: Who you calling a bitch, you fat slut?
Blonde: You, you dumb whore!
Brunette: (disbelieving laugh) You're the whore, you fucking ape.

Basically. So while this exchange hurtles towards a totally revelatory conclusion ("Katie, you lied when you said you never farted on a guy, but Natasha, you lied when you said you thought dogs should vote."), what I found so strange was that utterly bland bitchfest at the beginning. are catfights so expected that nobody has the thrill for it, the heart? it's now a rote greeting, rather than an outlandish finale? Really, we're so programmed to fight over men, that all the fire has gone out of our acrylic nails. and the disgust at watching it, gone too. so we're all messes.


he went with natasha, by the way.