You Jeepin' Behind My Back?

A note from the author (that'd be me)....

I exaggerate. Not about everything. Mostly I exaggerate about determining a sum of a specific thing. For instance when I am telling a story to a friend about something that happened several weeks earlier, I'll say it happened "a few days ago." No big deal.



The reason I bring this up now is because I feel like this post needs a disclaimer of some sort. When Clueless came out, I was sixteen years old. I loved it before I ever saw it in the theaters, the nonstop commercials and MTV promos were funny & cute, and I couldn't wait to see it. One of my best friends at the time was equally obsessed and we watched the movie constantly, picking it apart and dissecting the time line, story, and characters like we were trying to figure out Mulholland Drive or something...never mind that Mulholland Drive hadn't come out yet. But you get my point. We found many discrepancies with the movie and would call each other and shout them to one another, like we'd discovered the identity of the third murderer in Macbeth.




The discrepancies in Clueless have always stuck with me, but I never put much thought in to them until I started this blog. I thought I could maybe talk about the time line flubs and it'd be kinda cool, maybe. This is a frightening example of how out of touch with reality I am since I have been unemployed for so long. I assume the rest of the world watches as much TV as I do, and when I start referring to Clueless characters by their first and last names in conversation as though I know them personally, I get to be amazed and snapped back to the real world when other people didn't know that, too. Like, I'll say no, Dionne Davenport is not that HR lady I met with for an interview, she's Cher's best friend in Clueless. You didn't know that, duh?

I used to think the flubs in the film were extensive, but I now realize they're not since I have documented them for this post. But when I mentioned blogging this topic, two people encouraged me to do so because the topic interested them too (kindred spirits! Kim & Caitlin!) and I got giddy by the requests. I started this blog for fun, but I am not ashamed to admit I have become rabid for readers. If I have a request to blog Clueless, I'm gonna fucking do it! Nobody can do it better than me anyway. But I originally thought the chronological time line had "several dozen" discrepancies. This is not true, again I exaggerated. I counted twelve. And let's be honest, the topic is Clueless. It's not inspiring my best writing, but as Cher would say carpe diem... here goes.





The first major blunder occurs about six minutes in to the movie. We've been introduced to Cher, Dionne, Travis, Cher's dad, and Murray. Cher's debate teacher, Mr. Hall, decides to randomly distribute report cards. This isn't so odd, unless you consider your debate teacher as opposed to your homeroom teacher handing out a report card odd, which, I do. I assume the movie starts mid-November (since Cher later takes Tai to the Val party around Christmas time and at that time they'd been friends a few weeks) but here's what gets me. Mr. Hall asks if there is a Christian Stovitz in his class....um, wouldn't you know? It's your class, do you take attendance? And since Cher clears up he is not there that semester, why the hell does Christian have a report card?!

By the way, this is as mind blowing as my found-errors get, so if you're unimpressed now, prepare to remain disappointed.

Oh & why does Cher's last name on her report card say Hamilton? Her last name is Horowitz!




Then we meet Josh, played by Paul Rudd. He is Cher's stepbrother. This means they have no blood relation, in case you're retarded.

Here's what I don't get. John infers that Cher's dad, Mel, is the third man to marry his mom. Then, he says that "just because my mom marries someone else doesn't make him my dad," in reference to his moms new man, his current step daddy. Cher retorts "actually that's exactly what it means," which I don't necessarily agree with....except in this case! Why is Mel Horowitz, who is clearly not Josh's biological father, treating him like a real son? He lets Josh live there when he isn't at the dorms, work at his law firm, spend holidays with family, he refers to Josh as Cher's brother...but he was a stepdad! If your mom marrying someone new doesn't make that person your dad, then Mel shouldn't be your go-to dad. That's all I'm saying.



A favorite dumb scene of mine occurs when Cher, Josh & Mel have dinner. All three of their cell phones ring, and they all answer them, and the call turns out to be for Mel. But Josh talks as though he has a call until he realizes it's a call on Mel's phone, and he looks dumbfounded.....

isn't this incredible?




Now, we're introduced to Tai.



It's a blur over the next few scenes/days over what is occurring when, especially since Cher and her friends wear multiple outfits in one day. On Tai's first day of school Cher suggests the make-over, and that's supposedly done after school. The next day, Cher, Dionne and Tai are walking through campus and noticing how everyone is responding to Tai's new look (Dionne claims to be "kvelling," which is Yiddish for "delighted"-- the one and only time this phrase has been used in pop culture) and the girls decide that they need to set Tai up with Elton. Cher plays match maker, naturally. It must be noted she is wearing black mary janes, knee socks, a brown mini skirt, a blue button down blouse, and a sweater vest. No purple* anywhere in this outfit.



Cue the photo taking scene. Tai looks goofy and Cher pulls her aside to take a solo shot of her, which Elton (Jeremy Sisto!) wants a copy of. Notice it's not a digital camera Cher is using...they've yet to be invented. This camera requires film which requires developing.

Oh! Also on this day the girls get a flyer from Travis for the Val party.


Cut to dinner at Cher's house. Dionne calls to say two things: they'll be attending the party in the Valley, and Elton has "a picture of Tai hanging in his locker." Cher whispers this to Tai and Tai freaks out. So lemme get this straight. After school Cher took pictures, had them developed, gave Elton a copy, and then Elton went back to school to hang it in his locker? And Murray saw it? Yeah I don't think so. And Cher and Tai act like, whoa, a picture, random! No not really girls. Remember these photos? You took them two hours ago:


Oh also, at dinner, Cher claims to have broken in her purple* clogs that day at school. With the brown skirt and blue blouse? No purple clogs were worn, this is false! You can't get anything past me!

Cut to the Val party.



Travis allegedly dumps a drink on Cher ("RUIN my satin shoes why don't you!") yet no liquid drops from the cups, the audience just hears a sound effect. Verrry tricky.

More scenes where Tai acts a fool...Brittney Murphy was so good in this movie.









By the way Cher are you that surprised Elton wanted to date you, or tried to kiss you? He's practically groping your boobie here because you got the class out of English homework. You're pretty clueless yourself, girl.





So, when Cher gets mugged, she calls Josh to come rescue her, and the directions she gives him is "Sun Valley." According to Google, Sun Valley is 15 square miles, yet Josh needs no actual directions, he just gets Cher without them. You may not have noticed that when you watched Clueless. But I sure as hell did.




Remember when Cher is getting reading to give Christian her V-Card? She calls Dionne over to create a lighting concept and pick wardrobe. Cher says she doesn't trust mirrors so she always takes polaroids. Why would she do that when she has a computer program to select outfits for her?




Then Cher has, and fails, her driving test. She isn't in the mood to discuss Tai's love life after that.



The biggest WTF moment happens here. Cher is repulsed at the thought of Tai becoming her sister-in-law, and Tai asks Cher what her deal is. Cher hastily says, "I had two mochaccinos today, I feel like ralphing..." and Tai responds with:

"I know exactly what you mean...the other day I was talkin' to Josh (when?! you two don't talk!!) and we were discussing the difference between high school girls and college girls...see, college girls where less make up on their face and that's why guys like 'em more," YEAH TAI I see how that correlates to feelings of queasiness after drinking two mochaccinos. I know the writers just wanted us to see Cher get jealous over a possible Tai-Josh coupling, but we're not dimwits. This makes less sense than the report card fiasco! As if.

"It's like, why am I even listening to you? You're a virgin who can't drive."



Cut to Cher realizing she is in butt crazy in love with Josh.




And then making out with him, probably boinking him too. This never ceases to amaze me with how gross that concept is.





The trailer for Clueless is disturbing, because half the scenes that are shown have the actors reciting lines with a different inflection in their voices then the tone they use to speak the lines in the final pressed cut of the film. But I assume only a spazz like me would notice.



Also, at 2:11 the trailer shows a scene that is NOT in the movie! I feel cheated!



I'll have to buy the DVD so I can see deleted scenes...

Thanks for reading!

Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learneded to Stop Shit Talking and Ambivalently Tolerate Taylor Momsen

So the "surprise" face of Madonna & Lourdes Maria's clothing line, Material Girl, is Taylor Momsen. The hints that were dropped over who it would be were supposed to be um, well, hints, or something, but they were actually pretty blatant and obviously geared towards Momsen. WWD hinted the spokes model was "on a hit teen drama series and is known for her frayed, rocker-tinged style off-screen." Oh gee, that doesn't exactly scream Shanae Grimes, does it?

I think Madonna's camp was on point with this pr stunt. The whole Who's-That-Girl going to be scheme regarding Momsen's identity was probably cleverly calculated. Taylor Momsen gets more attention than most teenage celebs out there right now, and I think without the buzz of her being attached to the project, I don't think anyone would really care about Madonna's clothing line. I can't remember the last time her fashion sense was relevant. If I had to wager a guess I'd say her Blonde Ambition/Like A Virgin era was the last time she was styled well, and coincidentally that's the exact look Taylor Momsen emulates.

It's too bad Lourdes Maria isn't in the spotlight more. Madonna has her in check. Lourdes is adorable and pretty and could probably be a major starlet if she wasn't raised with these restrictions:

Above: the rules for child visitation rights Guy Richie must adhere to when his kids see him according to Madonna


Anyway, back to Momsen.




I read a lot of pop culture blogs/gossip websites and Taylor Momsen is pretty much hated by the readers who take the time to post comments about how much they can't stand her. I don't have a solid opinion of her, really. However, in three short seasons of Gossip Girl, her character of Jenny went from being the most awful little snot on the screen to the only person on the entire show I didn't want to kick repeatedly in the crotch, so she has that going for her. Also, popular criticism of her is that she smokes (gasp!) and dresses like a Cherie Currie/Courtney Love hybrid. The latter just annoys me. I firmly believe that if The Runaways hadn't just come out, 95% of blog commentators would have no clue who the hell Cherie Currie was. And since I have known who she was since I was 16, I feel more entitled than those people.



However, even though I get more annoyed by Taylor's haters than I do by Taylor, it's easy to pick on her when she is known for saying some really bonehead things during interviews... like this tidbit when asked about the earthquake in Haiti this past Januaray:

"Um, right now I’m trying to just finish my record and getting through the last season of Gossip Girl for right now. So not so much thinking about that."

Added Taylor, “But it’s awesome that everyone is ya know working towards a good cause.”


The next quote is actually one I agree with completely almost completely. Apparently Taylor doesn't like to be compared to Miley Cyrus:


"I’m not looking to be Miley fucking Cyrus. I don’t care about the fame. I do it because I love music. I like making records and if people like them, then we’ll go along for the ride. ... I’m not dissing Miley personally. However, I do think the Disney bubblegum shit that the world is living right now is pathetic. I thought we passed that repression. I don’t know Miley, but musically we’re different. To compare us because of our age is silly."

Oh Taylor. Taylor, Taylor, Taylor. Don't use big words you don't understand. Recording bubblegum top 40 pop music is hardly repression. And Miley is sort of doing her own thing these days to distance herself from the Disney image. Also, you'd sound more convincing and less like a little girl trying to sound mature if you didn't swear so much when the press is getting quotes from you. I couldn't care any less that you have the mouth of a drunken sailor, but it's pretty obvious thoughtless quotes like these fuel the fire of your haters.

Not that I think you even remotely care.




Usually when I see pictures of her, I think she looks good. But before I defend her slightly, I have one tangent I need to go off on...




These shoes. I don't hate them on her as much as I hate the fact that they exist. Stripper Chic is a style I will never get behind. The stripper shoe rage hit the runway last fall big time. Lanvin has plexiglass stripper shoes. Prada has plexiglass stripper heels. Fendi has them (holy hell, while searching for designer stripper heels I found these, and hello, I love them. Overt and over the top, yes, but I am a sucker for tulle) and I am sure a billion other designers has them. I find this laughable. I doubt any woman who would wear these would ever entertain the idea of actually becoming a stripper, but buying some cheap hooker heel from BeBe or the Jessica Simpson line from Victoria's Secret is not at all out of the question. These are the same kind of chicks who claim pole dancing is something they want to try because "it's great exercise." Uh, so is yoga, and yoga merely requires you to stretch and breathe simultaneously, not have a pole installed in your house.


I take it back. Taylor Momsen wearing stripper heels with crumpled up dollar bills in the "tips" toe annoys the shit out of me. She's 16 and she looks absolutely idiotic.



I don't agree with teenage celebrities developing a striper girl personae in order to segue in to adulthood, but I do understand being 17 and saying completely ridiculous things that I thought sounded provocative when I was growing up.

What I agree with even less is how she gets trashed so much on the internet. The most common insult hurled at her is that she is "trying to be different" when she isn't. Well, I dare you to find one quote of hers where she makes this claim. Not only that, there is nothing different about her look. Maybe if she dressed like a wench at a Renaissance Festival and was in to LARPing instead of fronting a rock bad, the whole "trying to be different" claim would make sense. But it doesn't, she's just a teenager who likes to dress like a ho. That's not so different than most little skags I see walking around New York City.

Taylor Momsen is 17. She may be a little wanna-be Courtney Love lookalike, she may say retarded things to the press, but she's a teenager. If there is any time she is supposed to be making mistakes and learning from them, it's now. Plus, she is legitimately making some pretty decent music. I don't expect celebrities to be saints because they're in the spotlight. I do think they should be talented in their craft though, and as far as singing goes, I think she does that really well.

Decide for yourselves...

Pillsbury Dough Face

There are exactly two things I like about John Mayer.

1. Reading interviews he has done or quotes he has quipped that validate my humble opinion that he is a raging dickwad.

2. His guitar face.



I have never liked John Mayer. I remember when "I wanna run through the halls of my high school, I wanna scream at the toppa my lungs!" came out and I thought it would be the pop song of the summer that adult contemporary fans would love. You know, a song along par with "Breathless" by the Corrs. "Bleeding Love" by Leona Lewis. Or something edgy, like "Clocks" by Coldplay! I figured he'd be a one hit wonder, at best, and that would be that.

Then that atrocity "Your Body Is A Wonderland" came out and all bets were off. My revolting roommate at the time who was a raging slut loved this song, and would play it every weekend while she reminisced about the last random dong she had taken inside of her. So that's one thing. The other is the lyric "your bubblegum tongue." I'm a very visual person, and I tend to see imagery in a very cartoonish style at times, so imagining John Mayer chewing on my slutty roommates tongue like a wad of Hubba Bubba grossed me out, to put it mildly.



So his first record comes out, we get the class reunion song, bubble gum tongue song, and maybe one other single on the charts and it's decidedd: this dough boy is the king of easy listening. No big deal. A lot of musicians make a decent living this way. Barry Manilow, for example. Or Peabo Bryson.

But NOOOO! John Mayer now has to tell the world incessently from that point on in 2002 until about 5 minutes ago that's not his deal. That's not his sound. This man is a blues guitarist! He swears to God!!

I ponder this and I wonder about those other people from the celebrity past who has insisted to be known as one thing when we, their public, know them as what they really are.

Perfect example: Jennifer Love Hewitt.



How many articles did you read on her in the late 90's or early 00's where she'd swear that people only referred to her as "Love?" I can think of several dozen. The journalist would be like, "We met up with Jennifer Love Hewitt inside the lobby of the Chateau Marmont (but really, those closest to her refer to her as only Love)..." and seriously? No they did not. This was a poorly executed publicity thing where you know Jenny's agent was confirming an interview with Sassy or something and saying that her rider included diet coke, sun chips, and a mention in the article to please please please call her Love.

I'm not buying it!

Another example: Puff Daddy.



First he was Puff Daddy, and to his friends, Puff. Then he was on trial for attempted murder and J Lo dumped him, and to make the public forget that he somehow got off without a scratch while Shyne took the heat for him, he changes his nickname to P. Diddy. He claims it's because that is what Biggie called him, but hello? Nobody asked you where the origin of the nickname came from, we merely wondered why you changed it. It's not going to make us forget you were on trial for attempted murder.

Then he switched it to Diddy. How do I know this? I think he held a press conference about it or something. Or he made an announcement before an episode of Making The Band, I'm not sure. Anyway. You're name is Sean Combs. Stick with that, it's the nicest sounding name of all.




John Mayer decided to show us all that he was a heavy rock 'n roller with his second album so he cleverly named it Heavier Things. Singles included "Bigger Than My Body" which is a dorky song to say the least and "Daughters" which is a ballad about birthing babies. Heavy.

It was about this time around that the John Mayer Is A Cheeseball backlash began. I would hear all these people, fans of Mayer, argue that he is really not a pop star. He is really a blues guitarist. And allegedly a really good one. And for a second I believed it, in fact I almost left an FYE with a John Mayer LP because the guy who worked there helped me find a Pet Shop Boys import which led to a really smart discussion about new wave bands I'd never heard of and wanted to download when I got home was a JM fan and he almost convinced me to buy Heavier Things. Almost. Sorry for that run on sentence. Onward.

Then I start reading John Mayer articles and I see the same thing I saw with Jenny Love; the writer always bringing up how the dude is a balls out thrashing riffing rip roaring blues guitarist.

His third record gives us the single "Waiting on the World to Change" which won a Grammy for Best Male Pop Vocalist. Quite petulantly I rest my case.

Then he disappeared for awhile, and started dating Jessica Simpson Sexual Napalm and hanging out with Pete Wentz and he emerged with Travis Barker style full sleeve tattoos and Tyler Durden hair. It was then my dislike turned in to downright loathing, but two things very quickly made all the animosity go away. One was the preposterous things he said in interviews. I didn't read the Playboy one, but the Rolling Stone article was enough to make me want to choke him sadistically.

The second of course, are his guitar faces.

An Open Letter To James Franco:

James, I'd like to consider us peers. Granted I have never been called the next Andy Warhol like you have, and unlike you my short stories have never been read by anyone other than me, but I'm a writer. You're a writer. I think this gives me the liberty to speak freely with you, alright?

General Hospital has been a guilty pleasure of mine for 15 years. I started to watch it my junior year in high school for one storyline: the relationship of Sonny Corinthos & Brenda Barrett. Vanessa Marcil, who played Brenda, hasn't been on the show since 2004 but needless to say I've continued to watch loyally regardless of her departure. I am invested in General Hospital. When word officially broke about a week and a half ago that Marcil would be reprising her role as Brenda, I was geeking out to say the least.

And then you went ahead and fucked it up for me.

You, James Franco.

I'm sure you know why.
It's because of your character on the show.
The dreaded Franco.



I know soap operas are a genre of television that most people would consider lowbrow, but trust me when I say this: you, James Franco the Golden Globe winner, take this show down several notches.

I know when you first came on last summer to play Franco you said you were just having fun. "Experimenting." You said it was performance art. You also said your stint as Franco would be only for a few months. So why are you plaguing my show with your shitty presences once again?

For those of you who aren't familiar with the character, some background information for you. James, feel free to skip this part, you already know all of this:

James Franco played Franco on General Hospital the summer of 2009. The character is an elusive Parisian artist who uses murder scenes as inspiration. Because of his obsession with death, he wants to work with someone who he considers the greatest "artist" in death, Jason Morgan of General Hospital. Franco does everything he can to get Jason’s attention and then attempts a hilariously awful and badly acted game of cat & mouse before he leaves with the threat that he is not done with Jason yet.

Here is Franco in action.




I know you fancy yourself an artist too, I saw that Cribs episode in 2000 of Marla Sokoloff's house where she proudly displayed the artwork of her boyfriend James Franco above her bed. I know you moved to New York to go to film school and you're off to Yale for your PhD. And if Jeffrey Deitch wants to talk about you and Warhol in the same breath, so be it, who am I to criticize? I get it. I don't have a problem with any of this.


Here's what I do have a problem with.



The video on this link, to start with. I know, you being on the show is straight up laughable, but do you think you can manage to keep a straight face while you discuss the utterly absurd story with the interviewer? Also, the clincher is the wild rumors that the character of Franco will be affianced to my beloved Brenda Barret.



What the hell are you doing? I used to think you were different than those other Hollywood types. I loved you on Freaks & Geeks. Daniel Desario almost trumped Jordan Catalano for me. I thought when you went to film school and applied to grad school you were serious about continuing your education and mastering your craft as an actor, artist, writer, etc. After you broke out in Milk & Pineapple Express, I read you turned down decent film roles because education and art was more important for you. But now, because of this General Hospital garbage (that "garbage" would be your portrayal of Franco) you're just like the rest of those celebrities who get bored and work on side projects which only get the attention they do because they're famous.

Zooey Deschanel's band She & Him comes to mind....or worse, Scarlet Johansson imitating Tom Waits. Kelly Osbourne putting out a dance record comes to mind. I'm sure irritating wenches like Sean Penn & Bono like to think people listen to them ramble on about whatever cause they're masturbating to this month because their prose and credibility is so riveting, but I assure you, it's not. I doubt you want people to experience your "art" simply because you're a famous celebrity.

Go to school. Bang lots of ridiculously hot women. Hang out with Seth Rogen. Write your stories. But if you're going to rip off Kalup Linzy and incorporate his original ideas and work in to the storyline on GH, be prepared to be considered the Kelly Osbourne of the art world. Also, do us a favor and leave General Hospital out of your catalog of work in the future. You're bringing us down.


PS- I can't believe for a second I let Daniel Desario replace Jordan Catalano in my heart. It makes me sick.

Systematic Tomfoolery

After Kelly Bensimone's meltdown in the Virgin Islands I thought it was in bad taste to make fun of her because she is clearly not mentally stable and it's not right to make fun of someone in that position. I've never really liked Kelly, she seems like a spoiled bitch. Originally, I thought Kelly had a Rx pill popping problem. Then I thought maybe she had Asperger's because she is the most awkward person on TV. Then I thought maybe she had some sort of psychological disorder. I was under the impression she needed professional help. Now after seeing her on the reunion show, I just think she absolutely sucks and plays dumb as a defense mechanism. I'm leaning toward thinking she's a stupid asshole.




Andy Cohen basically put the smack down on Ramona and Bethenny's interruptions so Kelly could voice her side of the story. Then she vehemently insisted that Bravo "forced" her to go on the trip, and tried to infer her agent encouraged her to go, too. With the networks reputation at stake, Andy—the Senior VP of Production and Programming—had to cut her off to tell her that what she was saying was completely untrue. Kelly, wack job that she is, kept insisting that she was, in fact, forced to attend Ramona's girls only vacay. This was uncomfortably debated back and forth for a minute or so. Now, while I am sure the network holds its personalities to contractual obligations, I do not think anyone was forced to go to St John. LuAnn and Jill both did not go on the trip, this indicates that there was no coercion on Bravo's part.



The more she babbles the less sense she makes. It's so frustrating to hear her speak because she makes no sense. None whatsoever. It's got to be infuriating to the people who are obligated to be on TV with her.



Moreover, she's one of those women who whines like a little bitch when things aren't going her way. She pretends to be innocent and shy and attacked all the time. What's worse is she's one of those infuriating women who brags about not wanting to be friends with woman, like that's a good thing.



Oh oh! Despite being a misogynist, she keeps saying that she expects the other women to "celebrate who she is." Ehh, what does that mean? Basically she wants to be the center of attention, but really has no way to grab the attention because the demographic for this show isn't "straight men who think she's hot."



I happen to be Bravo's target demographic for this show, so allow me to fix the mess they've created.

1. Kelly & Danielle Staub need to go. They need to protect their inevitably screwed up children, these shows are getting a little too TLC Intervention for my taste.

2. Hold back on the psychosis a bit. No one is really watching the show to see complete psychotic breakdowns from deranged sociopaths or really haggard and tawdry stripper pole antics starring someones 50 year old mother.

3. Get Dina back into rotation.



4. Give Ramona and Sonja their own show and spin it like a real life AbFab. This certainly doesn't seem difficult to accomplish, as they have very vibrant, nutty personalities anyways. They are the most entertaining two and definitely are the best to watch.



"Turtle time..."





Kelly, I know you're reading this, why wouldn't you be? If you don't like the position you're put in on the show, by all means, LEAVE! Do us all a favor.

My eyes! My eyes!

I'm not sure if any of you have seen the extremely revolting and NSFW nudie photos of Danielle Staub- I'm sorry I did. They're linked all over the internet and trust me, I did you a favor by not showing the ones of her "O" face. They're gnarly. And she leaked them herself! Proof this broad is extremely delusional.




I'm over Danielle. She is a fast and furious crazy train with no destination in sight, she just keeps on going.

I can feel myself getting dumber every minute that passes as I watch this garbage. I feel like I have to read Middlemarch or Finnegans Wake to counteract the stupidity I have endured while sitting on the couch, mouth agape, wondering how it's possible this haggard lady truly believe the bile she spews.

You could ask me why I watch this stuff but I don't have a good reply for you. I'd rather take the physical challenge and attempt to root through your peanut butter filled nostrils for a flag while I try to win an all expense paid trip to Disney World.

Also, I am convinced the producers of these shows get off on grossing the audience out.



It reminds me of my health teacher in high school and the satisfied look she would get on her face when she would show us girls pictures of scabies infested dicks as a means to scare us away from having sex.

So last night we saw the conclusion to Dina Manzo & Danielle's cat fight in Chakra. It ended with shouting, finger pointing, and Dina muttering "Fuck you you stupid crazy bitch," under her breath as she left the restaurant. As a local Jersey girl, I can assure you this goodbye is the norm around here. Nothing shocking here.



Then we saw Danielle pull out her mother goose bifocals as she read an email Dina sent her to her 'friends' who hang on to every word. And why shouldn't they? Danielle's interpretation of the events at Chakra are....interesting to say the least. For one, they're nothing like what we, the viewers who witnessed it with our own eyes, saw transpire. And two, Danielle recounts the event as though she has a soliloquy in community theater. Dramatic pauses, hand motions, blurting out, "Yes! With the hands!" in reference to her hand motions, and she gives Dina a fake Madonna british accent. Seriously.






NOW we get to see Danielle find her sexy side. See, her ex boyfriend Steve, the balding dough boy who claimed to be 26 who looked 46, allegedly stole her confidence when they broke up. So instead of getting a haircut and new lipgloss, or new jeans they way most girls do when they want to feel sexy, Danielle decides to empower women by showing them how she works a pole.



"Always engage...then suggest...."

That's probably a useful tip to any budding stripper but coming from Danielle, it's just nauseating. It doesn't help her that she sounds like she has marshmallows lodged in her throat.



Speaking of being lodged in Danielle's throat, why is this geezer on every episode? At first I didn't care about him one way or the other but I hope he is benefiting from Danielle's bullshit and hanging out with her is paying off for him somehow. He threw dollar bills at her, for christ sake, when she needed a confidence boost. He stood by her side in case Dina or Chris Manzo attempted to murder Danielle in public while being filmed for national television audiences too.



Then we cut to Danielle in a Tweety bird voice say that when she was dancing, she got $20, $50, and $100 bills thrown at her, not singles. Right, because the porn and stripper world is the one place in the last two decades inflation works backwards. I thought when Grandma was dancing, valuable currency in this country were exotic spices and beans. I'll have to consult my civics textbook from third grade.


Next week, the show has a doctor referring to Danielle's "square tit" as a "deformity" and the camera shows a heaping eyeful of underboob.

I don't know how much more I can take.

Phoebe Buffay said it best.