REALITY?! TV

Since I've been one month jobless, I've become a TV whore. Specifically reality (I use this term very lightly) TV: Dancing with the Stars, Big Brother, America's Next Top Model, The Hills,The Bachelor...

In every scene, with every interaction and with every reaction I find myself questioning the legitimacy of the "narrative".

I know first hand and I am aware second hand the effects editing has on manipulating a show/story's outcome. Frequently, facts, truths and reality lay abandoned on the cutting room floor in exchange for glamourous, amourous and outrageous results.

I say this, with my mind on and in anticipation of, an old friend's participation in a new reality show. I know she's chosen her words carefully and monitored her reactions conscientiously, but as I understand television requires a story and every story requires a cast of characters. I wonder how her "character" will play out on TV.

FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS

My youngest brother and I enrolled in an all day silk screening workshop. I am very excited for the lesson. Here is one of the silk screen prints I've been working on.


If you see me wearing this t-shirt, please, for your own safety, follow the instructions.

EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER

I’ve been working in my home office for the better part of the day and my mind is on overdrive.

Frequently, to clear my head I allow my brain a recess. Window staring is a favourite pastime of mine to clear an active mind. Fortunately, I am blessed with a bucolic view immediately across the street. Ironically, towards the left end of the serene forested field lies a large amusement park. Hideous.

Over the winter season this park has erected a new ride. Protruding from the landscape (adding to the hideousness) is a monstrosity with neon yellow tracks called the Behemoth. I hate this eye soar. I curse its existence every time I briefly gaze upon it.

However, today, I cannot tear my eyes away from the rise and fall of the coaster cars. I’ve seen this ride do at least fifty rotations on its tracks today. It’s mesmerizing. Watching it drop from its highest peak I am reminded of the sensation 'fear-excitement', a feeling that’s been absent from my rolodex of emotional recall for a long time.

I go through all the routine emotions I believe are required for a healthy and stable psyche… but I can’t remember the evocation of ‘fear-excitement’ as a routinely required emotion in my daily life.

This makes me wonder about the state of my emotional well-being. Should I be actively looking to bring about this emotion? Will I eventually become numb with the lost of this feeling? Is this why people turn to drugs or extreme sports or using drugs while participating in extreme sports?

I’m not really the sporty type (I’m petite and fragile) and I am too vain to start using drugs (accelerated aging, loss of teeth, destruction of body and all).

So what’s a girl to do? Ride the Behemoth? Did I mention rollercoasters are my sworn enemy? Help.

GOSSIP GIRL HERE....

Hey upper east-sider, This Girl here, and I have the biggest news ever!

Spotted --- hitched to transit rides all over the city, OMFG Gossip Girl ads, creating a blush on the faces of the prudish, the elderly and the parental. Unfortunately, for ma and pa, the NC-17 ads are directed at their youngin’. These sexy pictures paint a thousand words, and in this land of privilege the words are all together: engaging, entertaining and empty. What was it we say about appearances? Yes, they can be deceiving.

The designer knock off ad campaign, This Girl labels, ‘Sex in the teenage City’, would induce such raised eyebrows, even a botox patient could muster. But, can SEX save this sinking ship stocked with super-wealthy, scandalous and salacious storylines? (That’s enough S’ to keep my speech therapist orgasmic for the year.)

This self proclaimed, highly rated show is fighting the reality of a rating low. FYI Upper East Siders, the waterlogged acting and overboard storylines require creator Josh Schwartz to throw out a lifejacket wrapped in expensive duds and erotic imagery.

Did we think J.S’ precious G.G. would go down without a fight? Can this show beat out other fledgling freshman show in the ratings battle? There's nothing This Girl likes more than a good fight. And this could be a classic rumble in the upper elite jungle.

After all, Upper East Side Queens aren't born at the top. They climb their way up, in designer stilettos, with no concern for who they have to trample on and whore out to get there.

Here’s a little inquiry, who’s doing the pimping and who’s doing the whoring? That's one secret I'll never tell...

You know you love me. XOXO, This Girl.

P.S. This just in; Spotted ---This Girl drawing moustaches on the OMFG ad faces. Could she be hoping that the couplings generate so much heat the show will eventually burn itself out! Keep your fire tents ready and be prepared to take cover.