Yet Another Guilty Pleasure

Just what I needed in my life. Another guilty pleasure.

I have an unjustifiable fondness for "candid" or "day-in-the-life" reality shows.

Yeah, I admitted to it.

You would think, after falling madly in love with shows called One Tree Hill and The Vampire Diaries (though that one is getting an entire post on why it's actually balls-to-the-wall fabulous and not a guilty pleasure at all), there would be little to be embarrassed by. Oh, how you'd be wrong.

I have watched two entire seasons of The Real Housewives of New York City, the entire first season of The Real Housewives of New Jersey, every episode of Kendra, a slew of episodes of The Girls Next Door, the entire Rachel Zoe Project, and most of the last season of Keeping Up With The Kardashians.

Pheww. I admitted it out loud, and it's ok.

They're not the worst the genre has to offer, but there's only occasional redeeming moments to most of them (and none at all to RHONJ). A couple of points in their favor: I love Bethenny Frankel and Kendra Wilkinson. They're both incredibly entertaining and seem genuine. I got to see a woman scream "Prostitution Whore!" and throw a table on RHONJ. Kendra and Rachel Zoe have the two most supportive and loving husbands on reality television. And the Kardashians brought a surprisingly emotional and touching episode involving the birth of Kourtney Kardashian's son. I will never forget watching her reach down and literally pull him out of her body by his shoulders. It needs to be seen to be believed.


So, what brought on this post? Well, I spent $1.99 on itunes today and purchased the latest episode of Bethenny Gettign Married?, the new spin-off to RHONY. And I did not regret a penny of it.


Ok, it's bedtime now because I've recently discovered that if I go to bed before midnight, then I don't wake up in the morning from crazy-ass nightmares. More on why Bethenny Getting Married? is actually an awesome show tomorrow.

Apparently, Jesus Walks

I woke up this morning with Kanye West rapping Jesus Walks in my head for no apparent reason that I can discern. (I also woke from yet another dream in which I was being pursued by a serial killer).

And then it continued. All. Damn. Day.

So, in an effort to get the earworm out of my brain... I pulled the song up on my ipod. And after it was done, Jesus Wrote A Blank Check by Cake started to play and, being a moron, my first thought was "Gosh, my ipod's found religion" and then my second, far more reasonable thought, was "...or I've got the shuffle feature turned off."

Want to know exactly how many songs starting with "Jesus" I have on my ipod? Three.

The best, and last to play, was Wilco's Jesus, Etc. I love singing that song.

So, how religious is your ipod?