My Way of Life

I was a little more wiped out yesterday then I thought I would be. So I did that church thing, had a Joans rehearsal, worked on Rudolph the Red Hosed Reindeer updates and actually sat in front of the television. I watched my new guilty pleasure, I Love New York 2 on VH1.  What a train wreck of a show this is, but of course it’s so faux lurid, it’s fun just to watch it for the stupidity factor of the menses that are courting Miss New York. My favorite character on the show is Sister Patterson, New York’s mother of a mother who tells it like it T, I IS, GIRL! I guess some may call her a bigot, but I just prefer to call her brutally honest when it comes to her feelings. I love the fact they didn’t censor her horrified reaction to the little person so delicately named Midget Mac as a possible suitor for her daughter. You see, he’s a dwarf, and she shrieked to the high heavens, when she saw him, so of course you knew that this Mac person, who, like most of the contestants is pretty gross, would stay.  Sometimes fake reality television can help you escape form the reality of your own reality. I’m thinking Ed Jones and I should be New York and Sister Patterson for Halloween.

3 Responses to “My Way of Life”

  1. I wonder how much each episode pays…enough for Sistah P. to get her living room done in faux “1980s-Chaka-Khan-Album-Cover,” apparently…

    Hey, that gives me an idea–get Handbag’s set designers on the horn immediately!

  2. I love how New York gives all the men pet names like “Pretty” and “Man Man.” It was objectification-licious!

  3. Well, see, that’s her way of gettin’ even with da man for oppressing women…let’s see how we like it, etc.! Oh, the shame of it…I am chagrined by her stinging commentary.

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