Sorry, I have to vent. E and I were watching So You Think You Can Dance last night. Now, my standards are not that high, and I don't mind a bit of reality TV. But watching that, back to back with Biggest Loser... It's just too much for me. The amount of crying, the shear volume of tears was truly something to behold. What I have learnt is that dancers are a bunch of sooks. They don't get through to the next round, tears. They DO get through to the next round, tears. And the boring sob-stories: "I'm just feeling really emotional..my budgie passed away when I was three, and being up on stage today has brought those painful memories flooding back". Then cut to a shot of the judges, and they're all having a bit of a boo hoo as well.
Idol is pretty painful too, but at least when contestants didn't get through there weren't as many tears shed. I definitely prefer the ark up attitude ('I don't care what those stupid judges say, I am a star! I can sing, my mother told me so-- you'll be sorry when I am a household name')to the pleading 'I was born to dance...please...please.. PLEASE.. I'll change... I'll be whatever you want me to be, just give me a chance' thing. It's just too much at dinner time, it puts you right off your food.
Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)
Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)
3 comments:
I hear you brother! I can't stand those sob stories! Oh! I often find myself rolling my eyes at those cry babies! :)
Yay! You got it working,J! Thanks for writing:) Did you see it on monday when the 14 yr old judge with the baseball cap said something along the lines of "they used to call me the iceberg, because nothing moves me. YOU moved me". Yeah and YOU moved ME to dive for the remote.
hahahahahaha:) :)
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