Wednesday, December 03, 2003
Not so 'Simple' in the final analysis...
Unlike my dear co-worker friends across the hall, I had to watch the premiere broadcast of The Simple Life on regular TV like most other plebeians. My goodness, the reams any grad student worth his or her salt could write on this show. Let's just look at the issues, people.
CLASS - the huge elephant in the living room of American life. I'm still trying to decide what the heck is going on. On the one hand, you've got two girls who've got access to more money than they will ever, ever need. Oh, and they both were raised in the very lap of luxury, lest you forget. On the other hand, you've got an almost stereotypical American heartland farm family. That is, poor. No one comes out and says that though.
Well, conflict makes for good fiction. But this is Reality TV, you say. I say, "Hah!" But I digress. Our focus is on the efforts of the two silly, spoiled heiresses adjusting to life on the farm. To be fair, our mediators do spend a smallish amount of time recording the shock and awe experienced by the humble family upon the invasion on blonde, scantily clad, nubile dollar signs.
GENDER - well, they are young women, obviously. Very obviously. And according to what I've read, the producers deliberately sought out a family with teenaged sons. The promo for next week's show looked extremely salacious. Can't wait.
RACE - you know I have to play the race card when I have it (and I always have it). Conspicuous by its absence considering Nicole is the daughter of Lionel "Easy Like Sunday Morning" Richie. I scoured the crowd at the farewell party for the girls. No sign of the former Mrs. Ritchie, Brenda - she of the fast flying fists. I believe that she would have stood out in that particular crowd.
HAIR - what is up with their awful, horrible weaves? Yuck.
FASHION - these girls could bring the use of the word 'slattern' to all time highs.
I'll keep watching and posting on this issue. More later.
Unlike my dear co-worker friends across the hall, I had to watch the premiere broadcast of The Simple Life on regular TV like most other plebeians. My goodness, the reams any grad student worth his or her salt could write on this show. Let's just look at the issues, people.
CLASS - the huge elephant in the living room of American life. I'm still trying to decide what the heck is going on. On the one hand, you've got two girls who've got access to more money than they will ever, ever need. Oh, and they both were raised in the very lap of luxury, lest you forget. On the other hand, you've got an almost stereotypical American heartland farm family. That is, poor. No one comes out and says that though.
Well, conflict makes for good fiction. But this is Reality TV, you say. I say, "Hah!" But I digress. Our focus is on the efforts of the two silly, spoiled heiresses adjusting to life on the farm. To be fair, our mediators do spend a smallish amount of time recording the shock and awe experienced by the humble family upon the invasion on blonde, scantily clad, nubile dollar signs.
GENDER - well, they are young women, obviously. Very obviously. And according to what I've read, the producers deliberately sought out a family with teenaged sons. The promo for next week's show looked extremely salacious. Can't wait.
RACE - you know I have to play the race card when I have it (and I always have it). Conspicuous by its absence considering Nicole is the daughter of Lionel "Easy Like Sunday Morning" Richie. I scoured the crowd at the farewell party for the girls. No sign of the former Mrs. Ritchie, Brenda - she of the fast flying fists. I believe that she would have stood out in that particular crowd.
HAIR - what is up with their awful, horrible weaves? Yuck.
FASHION - these girls could bring the use of the word 'slattern' to all time highs.
I'll keep watching and posting on this issue. More later.
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