You’re The Realest Thing I Know, Hands Down.
The Real Housewives of New Jersey.
1) Two are not housewives.
2) They have the most annoying accents that I did not know were accents for the first twenty years of my life.
3) Yes, I know their town.
4) I recently met a second cousin of one of the show’s housewives. Since the show has aired, people have sent him facebook messages to ask whether they are related. He responds, “Yes” and that’s it.
5) It’s the only show of all the Housewives where I actually follow the season. Atlanta had my attention for about two episodes and Orange County and New York bored me within five minutes.
6) I do find all of the women have some very redeeming qualities. But all their other qualities make them totally horrific personalities.
7) Since when does seven episodes make a season? I guess the obligatory reunion show makes eight, but c’mon, did Bravo keep production short in the event that the show wasn’t a hit? Everything out of New Jersey, if not admired, is at the very least watched. (Garden State, True Life : I Have a Summer Share, et cetera et cetera et cetera…)
Watch the season finale. There will be a table thrown.
Devon Sawa Was Onto Something…
Johanna Ganthaler missed her flight on May 30th. The AirFrance plane mysteriously ended up in the Atlantic Ocean.
She died in a car accident in Austria this week.
Don’t You Get Around?
So last week my mind was blown for about 7 minutes and 52 seconds while watching Lady Gaga’s new video Paparazzi, one of my favorite songs from her:
In it, she spends a few brief moments on a couch making out with some three people (male? female? gaga look-a-likes? i don’t understand) who look like they stepped out of 1984. A wonderful British newspaper article pointed out these males (!) are actually Swedish (!) brothers (!) who are in a band (!) and are actually a nod (!) to Gaga’s former rock roots.
And then today, while catching up on some earlier episodes of “Daisy of Love” (ie – the show where Oscar De La Hoya’s niece and runner up in season two of Bret Michaels’s “Rock of Love” gets to pick a new boyfriend from a slew of unemployed musicians), I see those guys again, who were actually picked to be on the show.
Which is pretty interesting considering someone once asked me while watching “Daisy of Love” if that was Lady Gaga as the woman at the center. Although I balked at the suggestion, this is too much coincidence for my lil brain to handle at the moment. Especially given Gaga’s comment this week about the Jonas Brothers, famous for being Christian virgins from N.J., requesting a foursome. Although perhaps this all happened because Snake of Eden has some American publicist who f’ed up royally with the “Daisy of Love” idea and had to find a new way to promote them and thought having them all make out and eat Gaga’s shoe on a couch was a good idea. Time will tell.
