The Maury Povich Show / The real Days Of Our Lives.
April 29th 2010 06:51
As I write this entry, a woman is bawling her eyes out over her partner's uncovered indiscretions. This may be sick but there is no expression, no words to describe the joy I feel when I see a pair of bogans exert over shit they got themselves into to begin with. Hell hath no fury like a piece of white-trash scorned by another piece of white-trash.
Actually, using white with trash in this scenario is too narrow and frankly, unrealistic. People of all stripes thrive on this desperate need for impractical attention. These foolish fools don't possess any sense of self-awareness. They enjoy exposing their dirty laundry to an audience that is only capable of responding through excessive "boo's," "ooh's" and "aah's". How in the hell is that helpful for anyone with marital problems?
Black people are the best to watch - they're more vibrant as angry people. And because they're regular fixtures on Mr. Povich's show, it provides an updated and insightful look into the ghetto world of love, behind screen doors (wiggas-in-training take note).
Not like the Maury Povich show is anything revolutionary, Jerry Springer put this highly-stylised talk show format on the map.
Days Of Our Lives places people of this kind in a softer light, aesthetically. Think about it - the hair, faces, the days of their lives; it's all a little too 'News from the Countryside' for me. Yet the creators of this show concocted an idea that they thought would be an honest depiction of the general population as a whole. Well done.
I'm not saying I'm above them as a man who's been blessed with a working brain, I just ain't smart enough to be trash.
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