As many of you may already know, the second season of “Jersey Shore” had arrived in homes last Thursday. The premier was ehhh, but the trailer for the rest of the season? F-ing awesome! However, I don’t really want to talk about the premier. I want to talk about last night’s episode.
I call this segment: “Like, seriously?” [Courtesy of Angelina, the "b*tch of Long Island" and the one on the show that no one likes.]
"Like, seriously?" - Jersey Shore's Angelina
Like, seriously? MTV, you really had to bring back Angelina? Like, seriously. She was in, what, 2 episodes last summer and frankly has no “real” drama to bring to Miami.
And, like, seriously? The so-called “drama” in the last two episodes seem so contrived. I almost feel like the authenticity (if there were any to begin with) of the characters on the “Jersey Shore” is lost due to the feeling of “faking-it” on set. I mean, perhaps, these people really act like this normally. Yet, since I’ve seen them in so many publicity events after Season 1, I just think that everything they’re doing now is even more for TV than before. Plus, Angelina kept saying in the premier that she wanted a “second chance.” Second chance for what, Angelina? To get celebrity status because the rest of the crew did and you didn’t?
- Jersey Shore’s Snooki with her $375 sunglasses
Oh and like, seriously? $375 for a pair of crystal-covered sunglasses, Snooki. $375? Really???
JWOWW, a sex shop is your favorite place to pick out “clubbing” clothes? OMG!
- Jersey Shore boys matching
And, do all the boys have to wear the same outfit when out? Black tank and jeans? What is this, a ghetto boy band? Like, seriously?
But, like, seriously. Although I don’t really believe the “reality” of this TV series, I am still excited to see what’s going to happen. The teaser for the rest of the season included Angelina and Snooki punching the crap out of each other and JWOWW and Sammi in a hair-pulling match. Can’t wait!
“Jersey Shore” – Thursdays, 10/9c.
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3 Is The Perfect Number (To “Creep”)
25 FebAside from my obvious obsession with the number “3,” I realized recently that there is a reason 3 is perfect in a going-out (aka “creeping”) setting.
M-V-P: Mike, Vinny, Pauly
First, let me refresh your memory about “creeping.” ”Creeping” is a term that came to popular use through the reality TV show, Jersey Shore,” where M-V-P (Mike the “Situation,” Vinny and Pauly D) go out, meet girls and bring them home with them. The whole process is considered creeping because though the girls out there may know where they will be or what they will be doing, they have no idea that guys like M-V-P will be slowly creeping their way into a “good situation,” if you get what I’m saying.
Of course, “creeping” isn’t exclusive to only men. Girls can creep too. Remember, last Halloween? How I talked about the Creepers of Halloween?
Well, I’ve begun to see a trend in the pack number of “creepers” I find at bars, lounges and clubs. Previously, it had always been a two-person tag team. You wing for me and I wing for you. However, in recent days it seemed going in a 3-person pack garnered the best results.
Let me explain.
As with M-V-P in the “Jersey Shore,” you need your wing(wo)man when you go out. You need someone to hype you up while you pretend to be modest and not self-centered. You also need someone to help you break the ice a bit and “diffuse the grenade” as The Situation would like to call it.
However, if you go with just one wing, once you obtain your target, what’s going to happen with the wing(wo)man? And, even if you’re the one winging it for your friend, you still want to get some action at the end of the night. (Don’t lie. You do.)
Therefore, you need to go with 2 other friends, so when one of the three lands a man/woman, you still have another wing(wo)man to rely on… or just a friend to chat with till your prospect arrives. (More than three will become difficult as people tend to shy away from huge packs.)
Take these examples from a month ago:
Friday night. I went to a birthday party with just another friend. We arrived, settled in and almost immediately honed in on our respective targets. First I winged for my friend and then my friend winged for me. At the end of the night, I realized that my target had no brains, no creativity, no banter—just good looks. Hence, I got bored and turned my full attention to helping my friend “seal the deal.” Unfortunately for me, once I accomplished my job and got the two of them matched up, I had nothing to do. Yeah, I could have talked to a few more potentials, but the bar really didn’t give me much choice. I spent the rest of the time, watching the Knicks vs. Hawks game on TV. (Not my idea of a fun night out…)
Saturday night. I went to Hotel Gansevoort on Park Ave with two other friends. It worked out perfectly because while one of us flirted with the opposite sex, the other two kept each other company and scoured the area for potentials. Basically, we always had a wing with us and never had to succumb to boredom or creepy encounters. (Wait, I take that back. We did get the double-dose of creepiness when one creep tried winging for another creep.) Nevertheless, the night ended with everyone being a winner***!
So, like I said at the beginning of this post, 3 is the perfect number to creep. The weekend is here, so go out, bring your two friends, and have fun!
***Disclaimer: this post is not meant to be dirty—GET YOUR HEADS OUT OF THE GUTTER, PEOPLE!
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