SexyChattyCatty: I'd Back Dwight Schrute Before McCain
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SexyChattyCatty: I'd Back Dwight Schrute Before McCain
TO QUOTE GERALD FORD, “MY FELLOW AMERICANS, OUR LONG NATIONAL NIGHTMARE IS OVER." (Sorry, Crabby.)Barack Obama is the Democratic presidential nominee and Hillary Clinton continues her good works, this time by endorsing her competitor. It’s been an exhilarating time for our nation and SexyChattyCatty’s been fists of fury on more than one occasion. Now for the real fight.
I must admit John McCain makes me chuckle when he said his VP was going to be The Office's Dwight Schrute. But he scares me when he backs President Bush’s policy of of wiretapping without warrants. And you wonder why I distract myself with mindless television?
Speaking of which, Top Chef was mildly exciting last week as viewers wondered if we had to endure another week of Lisa’s crossed arms and bitchface. A stint at home before the Puerto Rico closer (another contest wraps up on the Island?) and a new hairstyle did nothing to change her fucked-up attitude. She’s a replay of first season’s Tiffany, red hair and all. Even though she landed in the bottom two, she beat out sweet, home-cooking mom Antonia. I curse the producers. She has to go next. Remaining contestants Richard and Stephanie are clearly better chefs. One order of attitude for take-out, please.
You would think someone nicknamed Sexy would be excited about the upcoming program Swingtown. Not. Don’t get me wrong, Sexy gets buckwild when the time is right but she doesn’t particularly like crowds. Swingtown purports to show swinging couples in the ‘70’s, without showing actual sex. Reviews are tepid. I have a headache. Wake me up when it's over.
Speaking of voyeurism, Flavor Flav says he’s done with looking for love on TV and is gonna marry his baby momma. I bet! Brotherman now has a show on mynetworkTV where he once again pretty much plays himself in a Fresh Prince style household. From a back in the day hypeman to almost real network credibility, now that’s progress. Despite everyone thinking he’s somewhat of a buffoon, I heart Flav. His deep humanity peeks out every so often but you have to watch closely. There’ve been some moments he’s really touched me, as when he made sure a little girl who played accordion got a chance to jam on Surreal Life. He parlayed a one-shot deal on that show into 5 additional shows: Strangelove, 3 Flavors of Love and now Under One Roof. How you like my man now.
Welcome back Fox’s So You Think You Can Dance. So much better than American Idol. And while Randy Jackson Presents America’s Best Dance Crew (and longest named TV show) was a soaring success, Bravo’s “Step It Up and Dance,” was a poor contribution to TV competitions. I got so bored with it, couldn’t care less who won. (But hey, who won? Nevermind.) On SYTYCD I marvel at the roughnecks who do plies; the poppers who amaze with fluttering arms and impossible contortions. I cry for the dancers who needed someone to tell them they are brilliant. Yea, I know they still show way too many non-dancers who think they've got all the moves, but that’s fun too.
I caught the preview of She’s Got The Look, TVLand’s beauty pageant for the over-35 set. Here's the ingredients: Take beautiful black woman; stir in black woman with a braided rug hairstyle and leopard print catsuit; add a dollop of white woman who looks like Lily Munster; saute and set aside beautiful white woman; then combine with woman who once had a chance to model, chose wife and motherhood instead. Viola! A reality TV souffle! It should amuse and I’m looking forward to it.
Somehow, while choosing my favorites on Direct TV, I missed putting in the Style Channel. How I didn’t realize I was missing episodes of Split Ends is beyond me. But all is well now and Split Ends is better than ever. If you’ve never seen it the show sends two hairdressers to experience the culture of the others salons for three days. These hair out of place situations have brought tears to more than one stylist. The ego clashing is awesome. And at the end they all click their heels three times and say “there’s no place like home.”
SexyChattyCatty comments periodically at CrabbyGolightly.com on TV, America's favorite snack food.
You would think someone nicknamed Sexy would be excited about the upcoming program Swingtown. Not. Don’t get me wrong, Sexy gets buckwild when the time is right but she doesn’t particularly like crowds. Swingtown purports to show swinging couples in the ‘70’s, without showing actual sex. Reviews are tepid. I have a headache. Wake me up when it's over.
Speaking of voyeurism, Flavor Flav says he’s done with looking for love on TV and is gonna marry his baby momma. I bet! Brotherman now has a show on mynetworkTV where he once again pretty much plays himself in a Fresh Prince style household. From a back in the day hypeman to almost real network credibility, now that’s progress. Despite everyone thinking he’s somewhat of a buffoon, I heart Flav. His deep humanity peeks out every so often but you have to watch closely. There’ve been some moments he’s really touched me, as when he made sure a little girl who played accordion got a chance to jam on Surreal Life. He parlayed a one-shot deal on that show into 5 additional shows: Strangelove, 3 Flavors of Love and now Under One Roof. How you like my man now.
Welcome back Fox’s So You Think You Can Dance. So much better than American Idol. And while Randy Jackson Presents America’s Best Dance Crew (and longest named TV show) was a soaring success, Bravo’s “Step It Up and Dance,” was a poor contribution to TV competitions. I got so bored with it, couldn’t care less who won. (But hey, who won? Nevermind.) On SYTYCD I marvel at the roughnecks who do plies; the poppers who amaze with fluttering arms and impossible contortions. I cry for the dancers who needed someone to tell them they are brilliant. Yea, I know they still show way too many non-dancers who think they've got all the moves, but that’s fun too.
I caught the preview of She’s Got The Look, TVLand’s beauty pageant for the over-35 set. Here's the ingredients: Take beautiful black woman; stir in black woman with a braided rug hairstyle and leopard print catsuit; add a dollop of white woman who looks like Lily Munster; saute and set aside beautiful white woman; then combine with woman who once had a chance to model, chose wife and motherhood instead. Viola! A reality TV souffle! It should amuse and I’m looking forward to it.
Somehow, while choosing my favorites on Direct TV, I missed putting in the Style Channel. How I didn’t realize I was missing episodes of Split Ends is beyond me. But all is well now and Split Ends is better than ever. If you’ve never seen it the show sends two hairdressers to experience the culture of the others salons for three days. These hair out of place situations have brought tears to more than one stylist. The ego clashing is awesome. And at the end they all click their heels three times and say “there’s no place like home.”
SexyChattyCatty comments periodically at CrabbyGolightly.com on TV, America's favorite snack food.
