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One hand confuses the other

Published August 2, 2011 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

I have kick/stab/pull started my free lance writing career.  (can it be called a career if you only have two assignments?)

One of the assignments involves me watching TV. (!)  So while I’m killing time waiting for Jerseylicious to start, I am watching a PBS documentary on the Triangle Garment Factory.  It is an interesting, if bizarre dichotomy.

Think about it, you have groups of young, ambitious women gathered around a common occupation.

There the similarity ends. There may be a few others, such as the factory owners hiring prostitutes to start fights with workers to prevent strikes (Hmmm)

But  there is no way I can defend the  self-imposed sweatshoppery of New Jersey salon vs the struggle for survival in an actual sweatshop.

Speaking of sweatshops,we are on day six of the air conditioning run around. This is not as fun as it sounds. I have absolutely no faith that these repair folk know what they are doing, but as they have a good portion of our money, I want to see something happen so that I can stop sweating like a farm animal.

The technician, who whistles when he talks, just told me that the his meters on the outside compressors were spinning the numbers 666 around.  (Air compressor of the devil?)

This does not surprise me.

I have often felt that I am the pawn between good and evil (not to be confused with the prawn between good and evil-worst appetizer ever.)  And I have of late come to the conclusion that there is some kind of Job-like (Job-esque, Job-licious??) situation happening around me.

It’s hot, and clearly my brain is steaming like a lobster.  I would say crab, but I’m allergic.

 

So real, Surreal

Published August 2, 2011 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

Reality TV is fun because someone is ALWAYS behaving like an ass, and for once, I know it’s not going to be me.  I am one of the many who absolutely cannot turn away from the train wreck and outrageous antics of Snooki, the Krew Kardashian, and the many, many divas that prance on Project Runway.  I have a particular fondness for Jerseylicious.  If it were available on Hulu or Netflix streaming, I would watch the Gatsby Gang nonstop.

A Shot At Love with Tila Tequila clearly comes with a shot of penicillin.  But I think everyone has clued into that, after all, what has she done lately?

Speaking of done lately, the Bachelorette chose JP over Ben, in spite of spiteful sister Chrystie’s all too clear opinions on the matter.  And wasn’t he sweet in his tuxedo on the sandy beach?   (I wonder who does the dry cleaning for the show. I haven’t been to the beach in over a year and I still have sand lingering in my vacation gear.)

I am looking forward to seeing the Jersey Shore gang as they wreak havoc on Italy.  I don’t know why the American public worried so about sending these pumped and primped ambassadors to visit their motherland. (I am stunned that their origins weren’t in Paramus or Bayonne, but that wouldn’t be nearly as much fun to watch.)  I honestly don’t think anything these kids do/did could be any more embarrassing than any other Ugly American Antic.

Ugly Antics actually have their own show: America’s Got Talent.  Um, no it doesn’t.  AGT seems to have a fluid definition of Talent.   But, what else could they call that show? The Biggest Loser was already taken.   As a larger butted person who has also dabbled in the performing arts, I know I shouldn’t mock either show.  I’m really not mocking the Losers.

Surely there’s some way to combine a few of these competition based shows.  Maybe Survivor  and Fear Factor could combine with Fashion Police, Cupcake Wars and The Biggest Loser  by creating  a challenge where the non slender try to cram themselves into skinny jeans during peak shopping hours while someone force feeds them baked goods.

I’d watch that.