I don’t know why every year during Hollywood week the drama surprises me. I guess I have an innate belief in human beings to act, well, humane. Yes, we are emotional driven creatures, but someone like ‘Bikini’ Katrina should not be allowed to play with anyone, except herself. Yes, she’s gorgeous, has a fabulous body, is bold as hell, and she can sing, but she is as toxic as a can of RAID. I’m always amazed how people like this mange to have a following. Yanno, the twittering little entourage. Is it fear? Is it wanting to be a bitch too, by proxy because so many just aren’t bitch material? And can someone please tell me what is so attractive about a drama queen diva bitch?
My aunt used to own a salon, there was this one stylist, Mario, he was a bitch. He used to talk down to his clients, all women, and they giggled and laughed and brought him food like he was Queen of the Realm. I. Could. Not. Stand. Him. And refused to even acknowledge his existence. Which of course made him want to be my BFF. One day he said something directly to me. I looked right at him and said, “You do not amuse me.” He was stunned. The shop was stunned. I turned away from him and then of course he had to be even louder and more obnoxious then ever. I was glad when he left.
Now, I realize that most bitches are in extreme pain. They are fragile, insecure creatures. But for crying out loud, why does society insist on feeding the bears?
There are bitches everywhere. I steer clear of them. They irk me, they give off bad energy, and their karma sucks. Tonight watching AI, I saw a lot of good kids trying their hardest to make it to the next round. That first group was freakin’ phenomenal. You could tell they were good souls. They worked together. Like a wave, when it rises, it raises everything else. Then you had the god awful diva group who didn’t care about anyone but themselves. And the other group, with the gay guy and the two girls. He and the blonde got to stay, but the other wouldn’t even let the blonde touch her, then parted with some choice expletives.
My grandma always told me in her soft southern voice, “Suga, always remember a true lady never chews gum, eats food with her fingers, swears in public (oops) and, Suga, nevah, evah forget even when attacked by those less cultured and less mannered then ourselves, a true lady always maintains her composure and her manners.” Of course, there were other granisms. A true lady never drinks to excess, or smokes or gossips, or…well, y’all can see I flunked some of gran’s classes, but she always, always until the day she died maintained her dignity. Society today lacks dignity.
Yes, we all have to look out for number one, but is it so damn difficult to look out for number two and three and four? In Hollywood and New York publishing, extending a helping hand comes back three fold while turning a nose up or turning a deaf ear bites back. As my mother-in-law is fond of saying, “What goes around comes around.” I’ve seen it happen over and over. Sometimes though it takes a while for the bitch to get served some crow. Not that I’m waiting with baited breath or anything…
So, while I enjoy watching Hollywood week, I don’t particularly care for the cat fights and seeing the contestants who have worked so hard get screwed by ‘Bikini’ type beyotches.
I have to say, I was so so so so so so so upset to see Alan Osmond’s son go home. He was adorable and I thought he had it all. But I thought his uncle Donny had it all too.
Did you know I was supposed to marry him? Not the kid, but Donny? But I didn’t want to move to Utah, so he married that other chick. Things have a way of working out. I found a better guy, and get to write love stories.
Some thoughts on Hollywood week? And do you have any faves yet?
Oh, and who did you have a huge crush on growing up?