I’ve been obsessed with this recent Ryan Jenkins murder tragedy as much as I’ve been obsessed with the whole “Of Love” dating show dynasty that VH1 has been airing for the last few years.
I’ve religiously followed the evolution of Surreal Life to Strange Love to Flavor of Love to spin-off to spin-off to spin-off. I’ve monitored my cynicism as it’s grown with each sequel and spin-off. I’ve noticed how bored I am by what was once a shockingly bad minstrel show, secretly wanting it to get worse for my own amusement. It has been like a coke addiction that doesn’t do it for me anymore. (Not that I’ve ever done coke before, so WTF am I talking about?)
I’ve been wondering for some time: “How will this vulgar reality show dynasty end?” “What is at the bottom of that barrel they’ve been scraping?”
I’ve been working on a screenplay about a reality star putting her life back together after the show she was on has wrapped. Looks like, after this week, I have to put the pen down again. Because the real world (not the reality show) has trumped fiction (or at least fictionalized non-fiction) yet again.
There are many things ironic about all of this tragedy and VH1 having to pull both shows that Ryan Jenkins was on off the air…
1. Of all the previous VH1 dating shows to have a wife beating murderer contestant… I would never have imagined it would be the show with the millionaires. Maybe one of the girls from Flavor of Love or the punks vying for love on Daisy of Love– but the millionaires? And at that, a young handsome, Canadian millionaire. Didn’t Michael Moore illuminate Canada as the land of unlocked doors?
2. I was watching the episode the week before all this happened where Ryan Jenkins is prominently featured and thought, “Wow, he’s pretty smooth. If I was Megan, I’d pick him.” Ack! Wrong choice!
3. I find it ironic that as a matter of taste VH1 has had the pull both shows off the air, when the actual content of both shows is actually pretty tasteless (but oh so entertaining) in itself.
4. That Jasmine Fiore (the victim) was ID’d by her breast implants. So Orwellian.
5. The messages from fans of “Megan Wants a Millionaire” have made very articulate arguments as to why the show should stay on the air on the online message boards. They include:
“So here’s a thought…maybe if it continues to air, with a little disclaimer “Have you seen this man?”, more people will know what he looks like and be able to spot him.”
“I think you should air the rest of the show. Who cares what a contestant did after the show if they were not picked? Don’t start a series and then end it before we get to know what happened. I want to see who won–the other stuff is irrevelant.”
“why would you do that even if he was cute he still is bad and i liked that show and now i cant watch it for a while. but plz make it air soon”
I’m curious as to what will happen to this footage of these two shows. Will getting that footage be like our generation’s version of finding the shroud of Turin (basically something of cultural significance that has been lost, sorry couldn’t find a better metaphor).
I’m wondering how VH1 and all the “celebrities” (or “c-listbrities”) will pause and reflect before scrambling towards night club appearances and pimped out myspace pages, charging again towards that shimmer of florescent light called stardom.
argh! I was so excited because it looked like my f key (i had to cut and paste that “f”) was as easy to ix as a squirt o air rom these computer guys in Sarasota who ixed it ree o charge by just cleaning under the key. But screwed again because I was here typing and it went out again.
Anyway. I think the ghost is back. The fan is shaking in a creepy way. And weird things tend to turn on when they shouldn’t. But I don’t care anymore about being spooked in the house alone. I just want my f back. I also bought a can o RAID which makes me eel saer to walk around with.
Looks like I may have to pay $80-$150 to get a new keyboard and scream “UCK YOU!” to all my bloggers in ull orce. Man oh man.
In other news, I just did an interview with the LA Times today about my new show “Cat Lady” which I premiere as a work in progress at the REDCAT when I get back to LA. It’s a departure rom my other work that tries to save the world all the time. It’s about… being a cat lady and cats. This is perhaps a bad sign when an artist starts doing work on their pets. But also it’s about pick up artists, cat psychics and loneliness.
“You mean this show will be all about your conquests and non-conquests Kristina Wong?”
No dummies. I am much more creative and interesting than that. Though it would be another great way I could cockblock mysel on stage. It’s about loneliness and human communication. But the great news is that one o my avorite reality tv stars is going to help me with part o the show. I just conirmed yesterday. I can’t wait. Let’s hope it goes well. I’ve never collaborated with a reality show star beore. I am not sure i he was reaked out at irst, but a little coaxing and I got him on my side.
Today I was doing some research on Pick Up Artists. And I was reading about this “Bait Reel Release” methodology they use. This idea that women are these ish and they chase the lure i it moves around. And I got excited because not only does it tie into some o the Animal Kingdom metaphors I’m trying to use, but it also gives me an excuse to learn to use a ishing rod and see i that will be a good analogy or using in the show.
So I went into the garage here and got out the ishing rod and started to pretend to ish in the Gul o Mexico. It was awul. The hook was going all o one oot rom the rod. I asked an older man to help me and the line got all tangled. So I am trying to learn how to ish online. These youtube videos are not very helpul.
I’m thinking maybe asking other ishermen on the island to help me ish will help me meet some ellas my age. There are quite a lot o guys here who ish. It’s so deceiving though because I’ll be in the cottage and see what looks like a hot guy ishing (because I can only see him rom behind) and then I’ll go down to the beach to take a closer look and the guy ends up actually being 12 or 80 rom the ront. Which just makes me eel ilthy. UCK!!!
Anyway, I can’t blog without use o all 26 letters o the alphabet. So it’s time to go. Why did that key have to go out? Why couldn’t it have been a Q or Z? I have no use or those.
Anyway, enjoy these pics o my handicrats.
I made a giant roach to leave behind here. It’s pretty cute. On the back side it looks like scales but it really spells out “Hermitage” in wide letters.