supersized......

ok, so i have taken to reading the washington post and the new york times in the mornings if i have time.......cnn is so homogenized.......and certainly less than thought provoking........and not likely to have articles such as the one in this morning's post about the 625 pound man who has been bedbound for 5+ years........such a difficult article to read.....given our personal biases about weight......and such a mystery why he doesn't weight more........as he gained 375 pounds since age 18.......roughly 175 extra calories a day.......not many extra calories considering what one could overeat.........that's like drinking an extra 20-bottle of mountain dew....but i digress.......this article took up 5 internet pages......and it's scope included his spouse, his friends, his disability, his dreams, his eviction,..........not what i wanted to read, but maybe what i needed to read.......and so it is with homogenious versus hard-hitting.........ok, so this article in the nytimes on store airconditioning settings might have just a tuft or two of fluff to it, but at least it was interesting fluff........and then there is this piece from salon.com that i am sure could be found nowhere else.......it is under the heading I Like to Watch.......by heather h-somebody......

Things that go "Trump" in the night

Just think, in a few years we'll all be huffing spray paint just to endure the countless indignities of our crappy jobs as manual laborers!

But we'll still have a little more class than Kathy Hilton. I mean, at least that woman on "Springer" can admit that her daughter is a whoring sea donkey. Hilton acts as if the fact that she can pair a nice chardonnay with her lobster somehow erases the fact that she gave birth to a skanky slut monkey who makes Porcupine Girl look like a nun. Not that I have a personal problem with skeazy slut-sucking tartlets or anything. Paris proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that sluts' dreams really do come true.

But the notion that her mom is going to show us all about taste in an "Apprentice"-alike venue, right before we cut to that commercial of her daughter with her ass crack in the air, shoving a burger the size of her head into her face? I don't know. I have trouble imagining that Kathy Hilton feels all that out of place among the unrefined hayseeds and blabbermouths on her show. But ultimately, just as "I Want to Be a Hilton" (Tuesdays at 9 p.m. on NBC) is a way for Hilton to feel like she's still an arbiter of taste and dignity despite her daughter's status as the poster child for flashy whoredom, inspiring a herd of ambitious, skanky dingbats nationwide (one of whom is on the show), so, too, is the show a way for us classless skeazebags at home to imagine that we're refined and special because we know what merlot is.

Here's the trouble: I usually try to suspend my disbelief as much as humanly possible when watching reality TV, but you can't tell me this show isn't scripted. How about when one of the hayseeds blurts to the camera, "Definitely her shoes cost more than our mobile home!"? That remark is a little bit too good -- and too stereotyped -- to be true.

And then there's Latricia, the big black woman, and Allan, the odd gay foreigner, and Jules, the loud girl from Long Island, N.Y., and Johnny, the guido. Obviously the casting department collaborated with the writers to find exactly those stereotypes for whom the writers could dream up snappy remarks while half-asleep.