Posted at 8:00 AM Mar 29, 2010
First off, um, Kell on Earth season finale tonight, hello!? Surprise party and model shoot, yeah, yeah, whatever. Skinner and Andrew M. should totally hook up. And before you tell me why not, hear me out: their black wardrobes go together.
He's going to quit soon anyway--he's clearly only there to be around/help her. He delayed his dinner party for 2 hours until she got there. TWO hours. HELLO! She's confiding in him more than Kelly and he supplied her with ice cream after her break-up. He gets her to take breaks. Skinner! Taking breaks! UM, HI. He got her to wear the spiked collar/headband to fulfill a little fantasy. So he claims he's "into dudes right now." Right now. That doesn't mean always. She talks about him and smiles. As far as she's concerned, that's really enough, because she never smiles. Like, ever. There. That's my argument. My mother and I are sticking to it. Also, Emily needs to work on her abrasive, aggro-tone.
Oh, and as far as Real Housewives of New York is concerned, Bethenny and Jill need to stop fighting. It's just stupid and immature and everyone's so totally over each of them being over the other one being over it. Both of them are more charitable (allegedly) to strangers than they're being to one another. Pathetic.
Now, what we have here is, simultaneously, my wet dream and my worst nightmare: Jamie Oliver in America trying to convince people who stock their freezers with meat products of undetermined origin, that they need to modify their eating habits to live longer and help their families not die...and those free, voting American people are resisting and telling it straight to the camera.
Since when did being healthy become something that is comical or threatening to personal happiness? Oh, that's right. It didn't.
I guess after living in a major city all my life, I find myself repeatedly shocked and distressed by small-town reaction to big, wonderful ideas. Depending on who in the United States' "unhealthiest" community of Huntington, W.Va., Oliver talked to during the premiere of Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution on Friday, they were either resistant because "Who made him king?", irritated by his concern for others' well-being or convinced he was either playing a prank or totally out of his tree. Never mind the fact that the man already reorganized school lunch programs in England to be fresh and healthy. Never mind that he has a charity dedicated to enriching lives through food. That 'ferner must be up to tricks if he's gonna come over here and start changin' the way we do things!
Oliver didn't know what hit him from the shock jock jackass who finds salad and veggies scary (seriously? Grow up!), to the woman who pretended she was cooking meals and recipes Oliver provided (but had to-go cups strewn about and not a lot of produce missing from the fridge). Fortunately, the lady finally got some sense when her child's doctor told her he could die 40 years too soon if he kept eating the way she was feeding him. Jury's still out on the radio jock, though my money's on resistance till the end. He does work at a station called the DAWG after all. One pastor supported him from the start. That's one dude, in layman's terms.
There was red tape and bogus nutritional requirements at Huntington's Central City Elementary School. There was pizza for breakfast and a pea pod costume. There was a boy who thought a tomato was a potato and didn't know where French fries came from. It was like Celebrity Fit Club that no one signed up for, wanted or gave two shits about. No one found the Oliver's effort laudable; the unhealthiest were also the most inhospitable, close-minded jerks. Way to go, America!