Okay, celebrity gossip, which I’m ashamed to admit that I read (but not ashamed enough NOT to talk about)… Apparently Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton have some feud going over a boy, and there seem to be new reports every day in which they’ve run into each other at a club and had some sort of confrontation – words exchanged, friends exchanging words on their behalf, and my most favourite, a DANCE OFF! Oh ya! Apparently the two showed up at the same club and tried to out-sexy-dance each other on the dance floor… mature. Not to mention, if they both live in L.A., how is it that they continually show up at the same bars? Who’s following whom here, people?!
More celebrity gossip – say it isn’t so! Apparently the oh-so-gorgeous Jared Leto of My So-Called Life fame has LOST his MIND and is dating Jessica “buffaloes have wings?” Simpson. Good GOD. I had really held out hope for him, even after seeing his horrible band play in the fall – he kept screaming at the audience, “You guys fucking rock! This fucking city is fucking awesome!” I wanted to pull him aside and tell him a) it’s Edmonton. It’s a nice city, but I wouldn’t say that the reception his band was getting was exactly hot – more like tepid. They were politely endured by the Canadians waiting to see Audioslave, and b) he wasn’t on a runway, so there really was NO need for him to wear enough eye makeup for me to see from 100 feet away. I mean, REALLY. Okay you know what, I take back my distress at his being attracted to Jessica Simpleton. They could exchange make-up tips… Let’s just hope they never procreate…
I’ve found a new addiction – So You Think You Can Dance. Ya, it’s sad, I know. I originally started watching it because a co-worker had told me about it, but also because there wasn’t anything else on to watch. Surprisingly enough, it’s really entertaining! And not in the usual back-stabbing, crying & whining reality show kind of way… these are dancers that have to learn new styles of dance and follow brand new routines every week, so it’s actual WORK – more so than lazing around under a palm tree until a contest, or sitting on your ass in some massive house, waiting for a date. This kind of reality show, I can get behind! There’s also a new one coming up that I’m pretty excited about, I must say. It’s called “Treasure Hunters” and I guess it’s supposed to be sort of Da Vinci Code-ish (it’s by the same people), but it looks like there will be a way to play along at home, which could make it a WHOLE lot more interesting. We shall see, I guess…
Speaking of reality shows, I have a disturbing addiction to Super Nanny, too – even though that show generally makes me kind of mad… I can’t stand seeing the parents allow their children to walk all over them. One word, parents, SPANKING. Do it! It didn’t do me any harm and it left me in absolutely NO doubt as to who was in charge! The nanny is British, and apparently has some trouble pronouncing certain words crisply, such as acceptable (it comes out ass-ep-ta-bow). She was working in a British home, and trying to discipline a 9-year-old girl by telling her that her behaviour wasn’t “ass-ep-ta-bow”, and the kid corrected her! Oh my god I almost DIED laughing!
