Honey Boo Boo - Everything that's wrong (and right) with America

Tonight was the season finale of “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo”.  In case you are unfamiliar with the show, it’s basically a reality television show about a low income family from rural Georgia.  The young star of the show “Honey Boo Boo” (Alana is her real name) is a six year old girl who loves what any 6 year old loves – child beauty pageants, dumpster diving, and playing with her pet pig.  As one of my friends put it “Honey Boo Boo is to Georgia what the Jersey Shore is to New Jersey.”  In a nutshell, it’s an embarrassment to everyone living in Georgia. 

Despite the fact that “Honey Boo Boo” is mildly amusing at best, I do find myself watching it from time to time.  Though I am not a regular viewer, I am always like a deer in headlights when watching the show.  It is hard to believe that it actually constitutes as entertaining, yet each week people still tune in.  Do we watch because it’s like a car accident and we just can’t divert our eyes?  Do we watch because it makes us feel better about our own lives?  Do we watch because we feel sorry for them? (The latter seems unlikely since I just found out they made $2,000-$4,000 per episode and are supposed to be making more next season.   Maybe dumpster diving doesn’t sound so bad after all?)

Regardless, many people can argue that “Honey Boo Boo” is what is wrong with America.  We have poor, uneducated people starring on a national television show.  They have the mouths of sailors, the hygiene of nomads, and the class of a band of hooligans.  But at some point you have to admit that the family got it right somewhere along the way.  They are the ones carrying that fat paycheck all the way to the bank with a great big toothless smile on their face. 

If you think about it, aren’t they a perfect example of the American dream?  They started from absolutely nothing and are “working” their way up to a better way of life.  Maybe they are not exactly what the Founding Fathers envisioned when they wrote the poetic lines of “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness”, but they sure are living it.

So here’s to you Honey Boo Boo!  Keep on living that American dream – just try to stay out of the dumpster while doing it.

And the Emmy goes to . . . oh just get over yourself.

My new blog has drawn some interesting comments. My husband said something to the effect of "This is embarrassing." My sister said the blog was "too long for a blog post and therefore too long to read", and one of my friends said it "made her laugh out loud." Well, I guess we will just have to wait and see if my future post will still embarrass my husband, be too lengthy for my sister to read, and remain funny enough to make people to laugh out loud. But now on with business.

The Emmys are tonight and of course I am watching them. My favorite part of the show is the pre-show because I like to see what everyone is wearing. However, that does not mean I care about who they are wearing. I mean what kind of a question is that anyways? Do they think that the normal person out there watching is going to go out and buy that dress because they saw it on the Emmys? Not to mention the fact that they ask it to everyone they interview including the men. (Is is just me or do most of the tuxes look exactly the same?)

That is not what people want to know when celebrities are walking the red carpet. I wish they would ask them more practical questions like "Are you wearing Spanx?", "How many people and hours did it take to make you look this good?", or "Of all of the dresses out there, why in the world would you choose that one?"

I also feel like the Emmys, as well as the Oscars, Grammys, and every other awards show is about two hours too long.  For example, they just gave out the award for "Best Music in a Variety Series”.  It’s not that I feel these people shouldn’t be recognized, it’s just that they shouldn’t be recognized on national television.  What do they add to the entertainment value of the show?  Maybe  these categories are included to intentionally extend the length of the show in order to give celebrities more time on tv.  Maybe it's all just a ploy for celebrities to get more airtime and exposure.  

Because after all that's what these celebrities really need - more exposure.

Here goes nothing . . . please pass me the razor.

My friends and I call ourselves the LBDs.   LBD stands for "Loving Brit Daily".  Yes that is Brit as in Britney Spears.  I know, I know - Britney?!  Are you serious?  But please, everyone has to admit that there is a small part in them that loves the girl.  There is something about that pop music beat, southern accent, and bleached blond hair that has you singing along with the radio to "Oops!  I did it again!"  Even the naysayers have to admit that at times, she is cool.

While in the past it has been hard to be a Britney fan, the LBDs have never wavered in their support for the one and only.  At times, we LBDs make jokes about our little club, but deep down inside we are proud of it.  As I have said in the past, "I love Britney.  I don't care what people say, I just do."

I used to think that blogs were pretty ridiculous.  I mean do people really care about my life and thoughts, probably not.  But people do seem to have a lot of free time and some of those people like to spend it on the internet reading about mindless things.   Why not give them one more outlet to waste their time?  Therefore, I have decided that this blog will be dedicated to Britney, pop culture, and everything else in between. 

To be honest, it is a bit duanting to write a blog.  When you put something on the internet it's out there forever.  What if it turns into something I regret? 

I wonder if this is what Britney was thinking when she shaved her head. I am sure she probably didn't think it would define that period of her life.  She probably thought "Obviously this shouldn't be a big deal right?  It's just hair." 

Cut to me (no pun intended):  Obviously this blog I am writing shouldn't be a big deal right?  It's just a blog.  

But as the blond locks were falling to the ground maybe she began to think "Oh no, what if I have a horrible birthmark on my scalp?  What if this makes my face look fat?  What if this is a mistake?"

Cut to me:  What if no one thinks this is funny?  What if people don't get the humor in it?  What if this is a mistake?

But then I realize that at the end of the day who cares?  After all, it's just hair.  After all, it's just a blog.  And as another LBD member put it "Britney needed to shave her head.  Her hair was busted anyway."


Well here goes nothing . . . please pass me the razor.