Now, someone described my blog as "It shows how much you like things." Who doesn't? Well, Ghandi. Even Jesus, I would like to believe, liked things. He had his fashion forward Birkenstocks and cotton (or something) robe. Those are things. I give Gandhi credit for the Spartan use of the diaper and small-rimmed glasses.
So, steering away from things, and specifically H&M, I will assume to blog about something else.
As you may have noticed, I watch a lot of TV. I must say though that this is changing (only slightly) since I have a job now. Yay me.
I was watching TV not even ten minutes ago and was so disgusted with what I saw. I left the room. I never leave the room. The Moment of Truth stupified my brain so badly that I was too dumb to just pick up the remote and change the channel. However, I do know that once I try to change the channel I will find nothing worthwhile on TV until 10pm when the Project Runway finale is on.
Anyway, let's get back to The Moment of Truth. What self-respecting human being would go on that show? If you go on that show, you don't respect your loved ones at all. You don't have the guts to tell them these very secrets in person, but you're going to humiliate them on TV for a chance $500,000. That's not even a million dollars, guys. Seriously. One question just now was "Do you think you're a better mother than your mother?" And the mother was sitting right there. If I believe the answer to this question to be 'Yes,' I would say no. Is humiliating your mother worth it? Is making her cry on television worth it? Most importantly, is breaking her heart worth it? The same goes with regards to the spouses, the partners, the betrothed, etc. Also, you know she's never going to cook you home-cooked meals ever again. Not worth it.
It all comes down to whether you belong in Gamblers Anonymous. It may not be Poker, Black Jack, or Russian Roulette...You're still gambling away your life as it has come to be whether you like it or not. You're gambling away your self-respect.
You're gambling, or should I say risking, important relationships. If you want to really and truly hurt the people you love, go for it. Go on the show. But if you really truly do love them, you'd turn off the TV, blog, walk your dog for twenty minutes and come home just in time to hopefully see Rami win Project Runway.
Make no mistake, the next blog will have something to do with clothes...maybe not H&M, but I get a big fat paycheck soon.
Edit: Deeply saddened by Rami not winning. However, with Jillian losing as well, it proves that bland personality, ueber-curls, and overalls are out. Thank you for that at the very least, Heidi.
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Yeah, I'm with you there. Basically it's one of the most disgusting, voyeuristic things ever. Why anyone would want to do that to themselves and their family I have no idea--especially with all the other stupid reality options out there. And encouraging it, not cool. Though Ben told me that its ratings plummeted after the first week, so maybe there is hope.
I like the nod to Ghandi too. He knew just as much as any self-respecting lesbian the wonder of Birkenstocks.
Ghandi didn't wear Birkenstocks. He went barefoot.
On another note, pretty insightful stuff about one television show.
Sad that you don't love Christian as much as I do.
did i say that Ghandi wore birkenstocks???
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