In the off chance you haven't seen or heard of MTV's show, "The Jersey Shore", let me give you a quick summation. It is just like the movie 2012, only instead of the Earth being destroyed by sun spots, the Earth is destroyed by bad taste.
.
And, by saying that - I am guilty of being "a jealous hater". You see, they believe (and constantly explain) that no person in his or her right mind could NOT want to be them - so any criticism - no matter how small - isn't from truth only jealousy. Which is convenient if a little self-delusional.
.
But this post isn't about "The Jersey Shore" as much as it is the culture of boundaries I guess. I mean one could argue that I step WAY over those boundaries all the time, in this blog. But generally I step over them purposefully and relatively lightly (although some might disagree).
.
And, while the blog is open to all, I started this as a way to keep in touch with family and friends and give me a creative outlet. Fine as far as it goes I think.
.
And I enjoy a good "reality" show as much as the next one. Even the beginning of last night's show, where one drunken mess of a housemate cried as her boyfriend (who is married to someone else) dumped her because she was too trashy for him!, even then I wasn't shocked. I cringe, but am not bothered by the embarrassments, the dramatics and the gratuitous skin. But later.... later.. I was watching a tivo'ed episode and I was truly stupefied. Awestruck.
.
The guido to the left here (and it isn't a bad term -they all heartily embrace a "guido" and "guidoette" lifestyle - which appears to be steroids, vodka and sausage (both literally and figuratively) in mass quantities). Anywho the guido to the left here and the guidette to the far right in the picture above went out, got hammered, and went into the "guest suite" and locked the door..
One may think the guest suite is for guests. No. It is the only lockable room in the house and has a bed big enough for two and night vision cameras. So you gotta screw under the covers. Which they did. This was followed by a little post-coital hugging and round two - after which the girl rolled off him and they kissed. THEN (bear with me here), he rearranged the covers, which had been too high, so they lay just right to show off his chest, and looked at the night vision camera and smiled widely.
.
Soon after they went out with house mates - professed their undying love for each other ("I never thought I would come on a show like this and fall in love") then parted momentarily while he danced and grinded with some blond ho-bag and she gave her phone number to a beefy off-duty cop.
.
Drama erupted as we prepare for next week.
.
Now the sex, followed by profession of love, followed immediately by tyring for the next score doesn't really appal me. Hey, I was 21 once too, but I was smart enough not to be followed around by cameras. No, what appalled me was the fact that, after banging on camera twice under the covers, he arraigned the bedding so he still looked hot as she cuddled with him.
.
I am not sure if it is narcissism, or steroidal self love or just horrible manners, but that kind of creeped me out. Even in porn they have the good taste to cut away after the big finish (not that I have ever watched porn - but you know, I hear things). It was, if nothing else, not respectful to the girl you just banged on TV.
.
Brought to you by basic cable for teenagers; MTV.