Photo Phriday: The MTV Jersey Shore Puzzle

July 6, 2012 at 2:00 pm | Posted in Photo Phriday | Leave a comment
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Today’s Photo Phriday is yet another “inappropriate for children but apparently made for children” product.  I was strolling through the aisles of Toys R Us the other day <shudder>, when I stumbled upon this:



C’mon, kids! Let’s do a puzzle!

That’s right, next to the Toy Story puzzle and below the Barbie puzzle was a 300 piece “Jersey Shore” puzzle.  I was horrified.  First of all, what the H-E-double-hockey-sticks is Toys R Us doing stocking a “Jersey Shore” puzzle?  Second, if you’re going to manufacture a “Jersey Shore” puzzle, why only 300 pieces?  Isn’t the rule that the fewer pieces, the more suitable it is for younger kiddies?  Are kids who buy 300 piece puzzles also watching MTV’s “Jersey Shore”??  Am I so far out of the “cool for kids” zone that I’m the only crotchety old lady who thinks this is a little inappropriate?      

~ The Prude

Are you Crazylicious? A Jersey Love Letter

November 29, 2011 at 3:19 pm | Posted in Married Life, TV (The Boob Tube) | 2 Comments
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A few weeks ago, I came home late from work and overheard a woman talking about teasing her hair (“the higher your hair, the closer you are to heaven”) and the power of the smoky eye, so I crept into the living room, ninja-style, to investigate.  It wasn’t another woman; it wasn’t even a cosmetics commercial.  The source of said beauty advice was the Style Network’s “Jerseylicious” – and my husband was watching the reality TV show with rapt attention.

Are you Jerseylicious? How about crazylicious?

If caught watching Jerseylicious, many men would feign ignorance of what was on the screen, or quickly change the channel to ESPN, or even make a lewd comment about only watching the show to gawk at the skanky outfits (of which there are plenty).  Not Andrew.  As soon as he saw me gaping at him (wondering what the h-e-double-hockey-sticks he was watching), he patted the couch cushion next to him and said: “Hon, you gotta watch this!  It’s really dramatic!”

And then he DVR’d the entire series.

Until that moment, I hadn’t realized how deep his love of reality TV ran.  And when I watched the entire series with him, I realized how deep my love runs for him.  Let’s face it: the “reality” show is pretty obviously scripted.  But there I sat, snuggled next to my husband for hours on end, simply wanting to bask in the glow of his enjoyment.

So I guess this post is a kind of love letter to Andrew, because not only is he giving me blog fodder (which, admittedly, has been quieter than I would like lately), but he’s also shown me what an amazing man he is.  He isn’t ashamed of who he is, he doesn’t bow to peer pressure.  He is passionate and silly and has the courage of his convictions, even if those convictions revolve around bad TV, weird taste in movies, and his pledge of allegiance to the WRONG baseball team.  He is kind and funny and brilliant… except when it comes to the idiot box.

The hours (and hours) I’ve spent watching the show haven’t been squandered; as my husband watches the drama unfold, I get to watch him relax, let go of our “real” concerns and simply enjoy a little brain candy.

And who knows, maybe I will pick up the skills to do a killer smoky eye!

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