“I thought it was gonna be food. It’s just … words.”
I read this article a while back, right after awards season culminated with Jennifer Lawrence winning and tripping her way into our hearts forever.
The author argues that celebrities like Jennifer Lawrence and Mila Kunis are so popular because they “act just like average humans, but [don't] look remotely like them.”
And while it’s true that these women are stunning and talented, some others would argue that it’s their job to be likable and the envy of every girl in America.
Still, if we didn’t simultaneously put celebrities on a pedestal and in the spotlight, whatever would be talk about over mimosas at brunch? They become our scapegoat, because the wild things they do or say (or in Anne Hathaway’s case, the breathless humblebrag she reps regularly) are fascinating — and 100% accessible.
It’s easy to judge and comment and criticize on every thing we see in today’s world, because there is no escape. I can tell you what outfit Kim Kardashian posted to Twitter today just as easy as I can report Rihanna’s last picture from Instagram — and I follow neither.
We’re in a culture of over-share, as well as one that feeds off constant streams of information. We’re inundated with “news” about these things, and what’s worse, the generation behind me truly believes these situations in their own lives are news-worthy and should be shared to the world at large.
Stars: They’re just like us because they pump their own gas! How thrilling. I’m guilty of it myself, and yet I find it so mind-numbing to see the same stories churned out from hundreds of media outlets daily.
I’ll get off my soapbox now, but I have to say what prompted me to even mention the article was the following quote: ”You must be gorgeous but humble, smart but self-mocking, talented but awestruck by others with talent, young but wise beyond your years, perfect but anxious to admit your flaws to the world. And you’d better do it every second of every day.“
And while I still want to be the new BFF to complete a Jennifer-Mila trifecta, I wish them luck as they continue to be scrutinized in the public eye.
Last night’s episode of “Parks and Recreation” reminded me just how much I adore the swag-tastic Tom Haverford.
Let’s take a moment to see poor Jerry go into cardiac arrest — and Tom’s ridiculous reaction (skip to 9:21 in).
And then, there’s this:
Is it possible to marry a fictional character?
Tonight is the premiere of the sixth and final season of MTV’s “Jersey Shore.” A show that defined many college nights (and drinking games, as a result), I’m sad to say farewell to my favorite guidos and guidettes. Are they ridiculous? Absolutely. But they’ve changed my life in so many ways:
Every house should have a duck phone: Snooki struggling with the duck phone in the first season remains one of my favorite moments from the years. I hear eBay has a nice selection.
FPC is the only way to be: Fist pump, Push up, Chapstick isn’t just a motto, it’s a way of life — and I much prefer it to Gym, Tan, Laundry (GTL). Who wants to do laundry when you can just slather on some sweet lip balm?
Hooking up with roommates is messy: Virtually every cast mate has been with the other, and the only result is massive drama. This isn’t surprising, so much as it is a car wreck you can’t stop watching.
Dissolved my love of leopard: Any appreciation I had for animal print quickly dissipated after seeing Snooki and crew completely wear out the trend. The poof is right up there too.
What REAL drunk and disorderly looks like: I grew up in Daytona, and I went to college … but nothing can quite prepare you for a drunk Deena on the loose (cuca out and all).
Expanded my vocabulary: Among many other words and phrases, I am now familiar with these JS-ims: grenade (ugly person, usually girl), smush (have sex), cuca (lady bits), gorilla juicehead (buff dude, without brains).
How to be the “the sweetest bitch you’ll ever meet”: It’s Sammi “Sweetheart” Giancola’s trademark line, but I didn’t get it until we were a few seasons in. She’s a whole new level of cray cray.
No relationship will ever be as f’ed up as Ron and Sam: Speaking of Sammi, her on-again, off-again relationship with Ronnie Ortiz-Magro goes down in history as the most tumultuous of all time. God help us if they ever have kids.
How to goof off at work: Summers at The Shore Store, a gelato shop and pizzeria simply provided endless hours for the cast to goof off. Hiding from the boss, dipping out for a drink, picking up strangers … I’m not even mad, really; I’m impressed.
This is only a small sampling of the life lessons these crazy people have provided. What are your favorite “Jersey Shore” moments?
In national headlines because it’s a slow week for the zombie apocalypse, Weight Watchers has signed Jessica Simpson as its next star to shape up.
According to a radio report I’m sure I heard correctly, J. Simps gained 70 pounds during her never-ending pregnancy. SEVEN-ZERO. Daughter Maxwell Drew Johnson weighed in at 9 lbs., 13 oz. — so she has quite the uphill battle to shed the rest.
The ever-astute Simpson posted on her Facebook page, “The cool thing about the program is that it focuses on healthy habits for the long-term (and I can still indulge in my guilty pleasures every now and then, too).”
Lucky for her, WW is reportedly offering $4 million to get back into shape — I’m no mathematician, but that’s more than $70K per pound left to lose. Turning Simpson’s get-fat-from-food fetish into a multimillion-dollar deal? Maybe she isn’t a total idiot after all.
You better work (after signing for millions).
For someone who infamously asked whether Chicken of the Sea was, in fact, chicken … I sure hope her Weight Watchers consultant can help her determine Points values.