i admit i'm stumped over bravo's new "shear genius" show-- is it taking the piss or what? it's so absurdly ridiculous it has to be a parody of bravo's other competitive reality shows. one of the contestants actually said--and mind you these are people who cut hair-- that "there's nothing greater than what i do. nothing." then she pauses. then she literally weeps. but it's easily understandable the breadth of emotion she no doubt swims in-- being a stylist is the apex of sophisticated civilization.
i pretty much have to watch this shit-- i live w/ my girlfriend, you understand. it's vaguely tolerable if you listen to your ipod (i find that all tv is quite enjoyable if you don't have to listen to it), but then you miss out on all the gems these jokers proclaim for the camera, w/ all the aplomb + gravitas of a maui fever cast member. i remember one particular nugget, shot from the mouth of a top design judge, about the "dialog between the wall + the floor." troglodyte that i am, i was unaware that walls + floors "dialoged." amazing.
but there was a moment last night whilst watching bravo's new showcase of flabby gay men where i decided that, if "shear genius" is not a parody, then bravo has officially jumped the shark: and that moment was when one of the "hair artists," theodore, i believe (is "ted" not sophisticated enough?) actually installed a treasure chest in his model's hair. which is retarded enough, but then the judges deemed it the best cut of the challenge.
right.
and please, no more of this "rock star" shit. i see this on every one of these shows: tepid, upper-class choads believing they're "rock stars." no. you're not a musician, you don't fill stadiums, and you don't (and can't) wet panties. stop calling yourself a rock star. you're not. you cut hair. oil your clippers + shut it.
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