by Courtney on May 25, 2010
I'm a nice girl, wish you were me for the next 8 weeks, K?
Damn it! I had a date with my blog tonight and it totally got hijacked by the stupid “Bachelorette”. It’s not my fault either. I was watching “Dancing with the Stars” like a good girl and then the Bach flashed on screen and sucked me in like a vacuum. I know better than to watch this reality show – I already know what’s going to happen. I’m going to fall in love with four guys and fall flat on my face in the end. These things never last! But here I go again for season 89: Ali, let’s go find ourselves a man!
We can just add this to the list of reality shows that I’m addicted to.
My reality TV life
I’m such a reality show lovah. I’m sad that “Dancing with the Stars” is going to be over Tuesday night and “American Idol” is done-zo on Wednesday. What the heck am I going to do with my Monday-Wednesday nights now? I guess I could just blog more. But I need a show that makes Mondays something to look forward to. Well shit, I guess that’s the freakin’ Bachelorette now. Great.
And by the way, it’s not just DWTS and Idol that own my early to mid weeknights. I’m also addicted to MTV’s “The Hills” and “The City”. That Spencer Pratt is certified CRAY-ZY! He’s coo coo for Cocoa Puffs – a total schizo. And I can’t peel my eyes away! And then there’s that bitchy Olivia Palermo on “The City”. She makes my skin crawl and I want to bitch slap her. But I guess you could say I love to hate her. She’s got great fashion sense! I love me some nice girl Whitney Port too. She’s just that girl you wanna root for. I live vicariously through Whit as she develops her fashion line in NYC and lives her dreams. I guess that’s the point of reality TV isn’t it? You watch someone else live their dreams (unless you’re into “Intervention”).
So for the next eight weeks or so I’ll have my eyes glued to the boob tube on Monday nights to see what guy Ali kisses next and which set of washboard abs and pecks are the most swoon-worthy. So ya, I’ll be living vicariously through this girl as she has way too many guys fawn over her and treat her like gold. Does anyone notice that reality TV isn’t exactly reality?
How about a weekly Bachelorette blog chat?
Mi llamo es Roberto and I will speak Espanol to you...and we will salsa dance.
So who’s watching “The Bachelorette” this season? I’ve already picked out a few of my faves (Roberto, Hunter the ukulele player/singer, and Frank with the dorky glasses but fun entrance!). What about you? BTW, what was up with that Kasey guy’s voice? He sounds like Kermit the frog! I keep watching Ali’s face for some kind of indication that she hears Kermit too, but I get nothing.
I was thinking; depending on the comments, I may do a weekly recap/convo about the Bach, so let me know if you’re watching!
by Courtney on April 21, 2010
This is a direct quote from my husband. Swear.
This will come as no surprise to anyone who knows me, but I’m like, a major pop culture junkie. I love me some suuuuurrrrreeeaallll life like you wouldn’t believe. It’s true. I follow entertainment blogs on a regular basis and get daily e-newsletters from People Magazine and Us Weekly. I mean, it’s important that I know the breaking headlines. (What? There was a big volcano eruption? Where?). I watch “American Idol” and “Dancing with the Stars” with fervor and I see a new movie almost weekly.
The most notable of my pop culture obsessions has to be the “Twilight” series of books and movies. Ok… and as long as I’m being honest, I also have a freakish obsession with Adam Lambert. THERE. I SAID IT! The cat’s outa the bag. You know me. You really, really know me now. Are we still friends?
Well, up until now, I’ve saved my fan girl ramblings on the likes of Robert Pattinson and Taylor Lautner for my other blog, Pop Culture Junkie. I guess I thought Life at Thirtysomething was going to be about my OTHER interests. You know; the ones where I don’t have to hold my breath and pause for reaction when I hit the send button. But lately, I’ve been gettin’ tired of two bloggy blogs. It’s too time consuming to be two people – the 30-year old, and the 13-year old. Truth is; in many ways, I AM 30 going on 13. It’s my form of escapism form normal, everyday life. And so, if I’m going to write a blog about my life and the shiznet I care about, pop culture is going to weigh heavy on the menu of topics.
Spastic fan girl
What? You mean you haven't told them about us?
So there you have it, I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to start blogging about pop culture here. I should warn you; I’m not as classy and mature as you perceive me to be now. I know, I know: surprise, surprise. But sometimes I’m just a spastic fan girl about my celeb love. Sometimes I want to gush about how freaking GORGE Robert Pattinson is… like in a way that a married girl shouldn’t. I want to delve into why at times he just looks OK in pictures, and other times he’s so HAWT, it’s stupid.
And I won’t even mention my life-size cardboard cutout of RPattz. No, it’s too soon. I’ll save that for a later post when I’m sure you’ve accepted the real me.
To my mature audience who couldn’t give a lick about pop culture, don’t be skerd. I’m still going to blog about life stuff, like how my dog’s giant balls are meeting their maker any day now, or how I plan to run naked in San Francisco’s Bay to Breakers annual 12k race. Ok, I’m not really going to run naked. I’m going to wear a bag over my head, you know, so no one knows it’s me.
So ya, I’m just going to infuse all of me in this blog now – not just my better half.
…And guys, I think you’re really going to love me! xoxo
