I will not make any excuses for my recent lackadaisical blogging tendencies. My mind has been overglutted with ideas, and yet, there has always been something (gah) stopping me from bringing them to fruition. I don’t know what that is. Behemothic quantities of work, maybe. Or it might be the fact that I have five classes this summer (do I hear muffled chortlings of ‘loser’, you twerps?).
Oh well, I’ll do away with the customary hedging with respect to lack of activity on this blog and just get on with it.
Instead of typing out a protracted post on issues which usually plague my overstrung brain, I want to actually focus on the mac daddy of cotton candy comb-overs aka the ignominious Donald Trump.
I let out a huge sigh of relief when the Apprentice finally met its scuzzy demise (If you are a fan of The Apprentice, leave quietly. Now.) I loathed, LOATHED the Donald. And his tendency to speak numerous octaves louder than what is deemed necessary for humans. And his bloated, pestiferous ego, which made me want to scratch my ears out every time I heard him bray ‘my building/golf course/insipid casino is the highest, tallest, expensivest, bestest of all the structures in noo yawk ceetee and all of ameyreekaa’. And of course his hair. Oh my god, his hair. Anybody who sports such a do (or a un-do, perhaps?) which resembles orange-ish bile colored puffy cotton candy strands of hair floating precariously above their heads and acts all unaffected, like say Trump, must be suffering from an unidentified form of a monothematic delusion, at the very least.
My main beef with the Donald however (oh yeah, I have a bigger beef with the cruddy comb-overster, if that is possible) is his new and stupendously godawful* reality show called 'Lady or a Tramp' which is still under development and is purportedly set to air on the Fox network. While I will reserve my not so kind judgments on the vapid Fox Network, I will commend their unwavering tendencies to constantly promote reality TV shows which challenge my understanding of utter stupidity and methodically expunge my brain cells, time and time again.
Basically the Donald, who happens to be the bastion of moral righteousness, third marriage to a woman who is 28 years his junior notwithstanding, is upset at the state of ‘these out of control women’ who you know, indulge in normal activities like drinking and partying, because they can. But the Donald, upholder of all things moralistic and decorous, will have none of it. According to him,
We are all sick and tired of the glamorization of these out-of-control young women, so I have taken it upon myself to do something about it. I am creating a real-life version of My Fair Lady with my company Trump Productions. This show is all about getting a second chance and transforming for the better; the idea is genius and the show will be huge.
The above quote stands for everything which typifies the Donald and that which is largely asphyxiating to the rest of us i.e. theatrical pomposity and smarmy self righteousness.
So anyway, the show is about sending ‘out of control’ and ‘bawdy’ party girls to a fetid and priggish charm school in Britain, where they learn to discipline themselves, and start embracing the Stepford wifeian code of how girls should behave and presto! Their lives have been turned around! Hooray! Not.
Even though I dislike the Trump immensely, my biggest problem is with the premise of this show. I find it very hard to digest the fact that these so called antipodal ‘tramps’ (ugh) need to go to charm school for their behavior. That their behavior is deemed unacceptable and ‘tramp’-like and therefore necessitating a need for disciplinary action, of sorts. That they are considered incapable of taking care of themselves. That their actions are viewed as an affront to womanhood, as if womanhood was about confirming to rigid, sexist patriarchal standards and wanting to have a little fun is somehow kryptonite to what a ‘good’ woman actually should be.
I hope this show fails miserably if it ever gets to be aired. I hope that Trump’s morality whoring is not confused with compassion, because you know he cares. I hope people realize that the way he dealt with Tara Connor (Miss USA) and her partying, was truthfully a fiasco and not something to be emulated.
I can only pray that ‘The Lady or the Tramp’ falls flat on its face with a resounding thud.
* Arguments bordering on "But you haven't seen this show. Surely you cannot make a sweeping generalization" will be ignored. If you honestly subscribe to this worldview, here's some food for thought: this show is backed by the Donald. It involves rehabilitating so called 'party girls'. It's called "The Lady or the Tramp". Enough said.