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After laughing merrily at Dr. Cox's assessment of The Biggest Loser as the show where "a 900 pound woman lost a pound and a half and cried for twenty minutes," Mary tricked--tricked--me into watching the Biggest Loser 3 marathon on Bravo.

Wow, for a show that is NOTHING but people crying, which should annoy me, I was hooked.  Mostly because this Samoan guy, Ken, charmed me by BAWLING as one of his teammates was eliminated, and while BAWLING, said, "Peace out, big poppa!" (PS That link has spoilers!!!  As does the following link!)

You guys haven't lived until you've heard a 300-plus pound guy cry while saying "Peace out."

Then I had the unfortunate luck to fall in love.  With Marty.  He's a teacher.  He's SO cute.  He's SO Midwestern and sweet.  OY.

I hate marathons.

Speaking of the TV reality loves of my life, Tim Gunn, everyone.  While watching the horrible addictive cryfest, we also flipped to VH1's Best Year Ever, where Tim Gunn was featured doing six-shooters while unconvincingly saying "Gunn will shoot you down."  I think fate is reminding me that I love Tim Gunn SO much.  More than Marty even.  Firstly, Mary had the Sexiest Man People issue sitting around.  And who writes an article about the foxiness of gray hair while also discussing how he almost got Botox when he was first hired to P-Run? Timothy Gunn.  Hee hee!  Who else was featured as foxy with gray hair?  Victor Garber.  And we all know that I believe that in some alternate universe, Garber and Gunn are living together in the Hamptons with Poms named Godspell and Coco Chanel.  And EW reran that photo where Tim Gunn looked a bit Napoleonic and gorgeous in their Year in Review Project Runway piece.  His book should come out in the spring, and meanwhile, P-Run will suffer if Tim doesn't come back.  Unfiltered Nina and Kors?  Eew.

In lit news, I reread The Endearment by LaVyrle Spencer.  SO corny, you guys.  Unbelievably corny.  I loved it.  And the hero/romantic lead, Karl, was written so unbelievably stereotypically Swedish.  It was hilarious.  I half expected some of it to read: "Bork bork bork!  I was talking to Ole today... and also, I love you, whiskey-haired Irish Anna!"  Awful.  Awful and awesome.  Has anyone else read it?  Let's discuss.  Or I could just write about it tomorrow when I'm at work, away from my roommate's computer that is going batshit crazy.

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