Showing posts with label television. Show all posts
Showing posts with label television. Show all posts

Monday, August 21, 2006

Wifeswap Makes Us Question the Wisdom of Integration (Again)

Two interracial couples embark upon journeys of self-discovery. Tonight on Wifeswap:


White woman married to a black man, on white men -
"I can't see a black man ever waiting on somebody hand and foot..." [ok blondie, ever heard of, ummm, slavery? This "I'm a man" shit is totally post-swinging from trees. Idiot.]

"Black men tend to know who they are." ['tis news to us]

Black woman married to a white man, on black men -
"Eric reminds me of the black men that I gave up on...they want you to bow down to them...I don't believe in that at all."

"You are the very reason I married my husband (a white man)."

"You treat your wife like a slave." [expect no sympathy here dammit, we say it's about time]

Black man married to white woman, on black woman's nasty attitude -
"You are exactly the type of person who makes this country what it is in terms of race relations..." [right, it was her, a black woman, who f***ed up race relations in America...genius.]

These comments are not a fabrication. I stumbled upon some unholy episode of Wifeswap. According to my Direct TV blurb, tonight's episode involves "two integrated families who push racial stereotypes to the limit." Oh damn.

So what we have is a black man/white woman, swapping with a white man/black woman. In short, these are four ignorant bastards with whom we (normal ppl) are competing for, oh, ozone layer protection, oxygen.

First of all, the stereotypical black woman - btw, thanks and shout-out to ABC central casting - wants us to understand that she hates black men. She said it 40 times. She hates black men. She hates kids too. Imagine, ABC managed to find a black woman who hates kids, all kids, even the curly haired biracial ones she has to babysit during the swap. She hates housework too. And giving the kids book learning. YAY!!! This means she's not a mammy, despite her big ass replete with pantylines!!! After oh, 400 years, we've undone the stereotype. In fact, ABC has managed to completely reverse the paradigm. The black woman here serves no purpose at all - she's no good with kids, she's no good at domestic work, she hates her own people, she hates other people. She's some new shit - a black woman that cannot even take care of white people (we never expected her to take care of her own). Don't get us wrong, she sucks with all her yelling and screaming. And in a cruel twist, she demands tea and finger sandwiches. This is what happens when little black girls read stupid shit like Pride and Prejudice at a young age. Identity crisis. She is a walking identity crisis.

The white woman is all goodness and light (shock and awe). She is a housewife, who simply wants to please her black man. Like, she said this. She respects black men because they are strong and they know who they are. Let me guess, she also believes that they are better endowed and faster runners. In today's news, water is wet, sky is blue. Moron. She first appears onscreen holding her bible and talking to her five biracial offspring. Oh help me. I can't even finish this post.

The long and short of the fiasco is that ABC managed to make the white people look uh human, and the black people were referred to repeatedly as shiftless and lazy. [We note that white people cannot wipe their own behinds]. Anyway, by some miracle everyone's happy in the end. Black lady ghetto dances with the kids. She decides she likes kids from playing with curly haired biracial kids - somehow playing with her two black ones was insufficient to make her like children. Black dude's perspective changes. Women shouldn't have to do all the cooking and cleaning. Apparently he is a caveman. They learn that we are all part of a human race. These people are really stupid. They've clearly never seen any after school specials. It took Wifeswap to teach them that tired ass lesson. Interestingly, the white people didn't seem to learn anything. Thanks massa, for another lesson learned.

P.S. All this new found love didn't stop the black lady from ripping the white lady a new one during the sit-down at then end. White lady foolishly suggested that black lady treated her son like a "slave." They just don't learn. Black lady didn't like that at all. She didn't even "want to hear the word." You know, "don't call my son a slave. You called my son a slave." Rational black man said "we all heard what [white lady] said. She didn't call your son a slave." Black lady responded that she was "just tellin' it like it t-i is." What?!?!? I swear we need a license to appear on reality television.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Project Runway: Update

Tonight's Project Runway - filled with gems. Positively filled with gems. The producer's clearly spiked the Pellegrino with acid tabs or ground up e.

1) Vincent Libretti...wow. Just...wow. Vincent Libretti told Lipstick Laura to go stick her Harry Winston's up her nose. We s*** you not. We kinda wish she would too. He also said that his dress "got him off" at least twice. Actually he said his dress reminded him of a child's drawing, and got him off. Is this some weird form of pedophilia? We don't know. He thought it bore repeating on the runway, and told Michael Kors that it turned him on. Um, yuck.

2) Thank goodness for the return of Michael Kors and his gayface. He called someone's dress a "paper brioche." He said Vincent's model looked like she was walking in a refrigerator box. How does he even think of these things?

3) Heidi Klum's inability to speak proper English coupled with her deep thoughts are a godsend. She pondered whether she'd rather look like a "fat Minnie Mouse" or slim and long. Sadly there was actually a fat Minnie Mouse on the show, replete with hair fashioned into a blond bow.

4) Michael's model Nasry? Holy bags - she apparently hasn't slept since the show started.

5) Michael knocked it out the damned park. We're loving this guy.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Project Runway: Michael, We Eat Our Words

A few weeks ago we predicted that brother Michael would have been out of here by now. Why? His cocky, Kanye-esque promo for the show made him look like a coon. Well, we have swallowed a huge slice of humble pie.

On last week's episode of Project Runway, Michael killed it. His hot-pink hot pant ensemble, inspired by Pam Grier was positively foxy. His model looked fabulous. Not only did he win the challenge, but he earned a Tresemme ad in Elle Magazine (of course) featuring his model in his piece.

In addition, we learned that he's not a jerk. When the gang was skewering Angela - who is a dummy, btw - he came to her defense, saying that he did not think it was funny for everyone to be giving her a hard time. He calls his mom, he prays. In short, we're bitches. We still however, say "how you doin'" every time he's on screen.

Project Runway, tonight at 10:00 p.m. on Bravo

Friday, July 28, 2006

So you think you can Dance?

Ho hum...another Thursday... another boy and girl ousted from the dance competition show, So You Think You Can Dance.

Ryan, my kinsman from Jamaica and a native New Yorker, was voted off last night. Thank goodness. Finally, a week where I don't have to hear how excruciatingly horrible his dancing AND personality is. He's sweet, but those judges were NOT giving him a break. Natalie, whom all the little colored boys love, beat out the fiery, got a little somethin' goin' on - I can see it in her hair, Allison, whom I personally pegged as making it, at least, to the top two. Allison was truly amazing, but you know, as long as Natalie is cute...

Donyelle, a show favorite, stunk it up during her poorly choreographed Hip-Hop routine with super-bubbly Travis. Shane Sparks, the sassy, sista' hatin' choreographer from Cincinnati, illustrated to those in the know, that he's all bark and no bite. His work reminds me of a bunch of girls tryin' to come up with somethin' hot for their high school talent show. His "Hip-Hop" choreography to an R&B song stank it up as well, and probably had a hand in Allison's early departure. Cecily, a sometime judge with partner Olisa and probably THE HOTTEST choreographer that I'd EVER worked with, but was overshadowed by the Fatima era in the mid-to-late 90s, could run circles around Sparks and his garbage. His work is remedial and his attitude...horrendous. Alex Da Silva, on the other hand...is FANT-A-BULOUS, because he has not only been classicaly trained, but he's underground as well, so he has mastered the best of both worlds giving us everything from a gorgeous Cuban Rhumba to the Classic Argentine Tango.

I have nothing to say about Ivan other than I hate him...he's truly getting away with murder.
Who could be next to go?