Guilty Pleasure Post One

I'm going to be honest before I start this post and say that I just got done writing about Jason Segel. That post is lengthy and cumbersome and incredibly neurotic. I'm thinking about posting it when I have made it clear that I'm just neurotic and not also murderously obsessed with a celebrity.

Now for my first Guilty Pleasure Post: trashy reality television. I'm embarrassingly obsessed with the people who make mockeries of their lives on national TV. I mean, I'm not a fan of the Kardashians by any means, but I feel like I have to watch their show every Sunday. Side note: I've also been watching because I read a gossip column daily and they said Kim was caught re-shooting her confessional scenes to make Kris Humphries look like an evil monster. I'm a sucker for a scandal.

Now let's talk about Wives, by which I mean both the Mob and Real. Mob Wives is just awesome. This season, they have a new cast member named Big Ang who until I see naughty pictures leaked online, I will continue to believe that she is tucking. These women all have husbands or fathers who were heavily involved with the mafia and something about being that close to the action makes these women completely volatile. They love to fight! They pull hair, call each other whores, and entertain me on every other level of how to not act if you're a lady.

I'm also infatuated with the Real Housewives of every major city. Orange County is my favorite. I have dreams about this show. Gretchen has to be my favorite housewife who isn't married let alone dating anyone rich anymore. Her fights with Tamra are just pure gold. I think what I love best about this series is that these are grown women and they fight like they are fourteen-years-old and all in love with the same *NSYNC member.

Two words: Toddlers & Tiaras. What is not to love about this show? It's all pushy stage moms who have no business being anywhere near a beauty pageant and overly bratty children who love the attention. I also have no qualms with Teen Mom and Sixteen & Pregnant. Although I completely disagree with how MTV almost glamorizes teen pregnancy, you can't help but watch and think, "at least it's not me!" Don't even get me started on Jennelle and her mom. Bitches be straight crazy.

While we're on the topic of MTV, yes, I watch Jersey Shore. I'll admit it, I love Vinny. If he doesn't come back soon, I'll probably stop watching. I don't condone any of their actions nor do I think it's cool to go to the club and get so drunk that my panties fall off, but I'd be a liar if I said that watching Deena make an asshole of herself isn't highly entertaining.

I also really miss the reality dating shows Vh1 used to produce. Rock of Love with Bret Michaels was the ultimate best. Daisy de la Hoya even got her own spin-off thanks to this magical train wreck. It's sad that Bret Michaels had to reconcile with the mother of his children because there were some class acts who wanted to date him.

Now listen, these are guilty pleasures. I'm not going to try and get peed on in a "leaked" sex video so I can make it big time or fist pump my way to the slammer. Watching "grown-ups" act like fools for a paycheck is just something you can always count on for at least a self-esteem boost.

What Gets the People Going

I kept going back and forth with whether or not I wanted to write an introduction about myself. On one hand, you should know me. I really enjoy my own opinion and if you don't take life too seriously, you'll be able to find me tolerable. On the other hand, maybe I won't like you. I mean, what if it's clear that I'm super witty and you just can't handle it? But I guess only time will tell so I'll go ahead and tell you what you need to know.

I hate my upstairs neighbors. They literally bang every day and I don't understand why they have to rub it in my face. I also really can't stand when the coaster sticks to the bottom of my glass. Talk about annoying. One time, I busted my chin open in a bathroom and I still don't know how it happened to this day. I have an unnatural, incredibly unhealthy obsession with Jason Segel. It isn't appropriate but I can't help myself. I'm sure this topic will get at least one blog post to itself - AT LEAST.

I love pop culture. It's gross. I leave television on while I sleep. I would go to the movies once a day if time permitted. I'm a music junkie. I guarantee you I've gone through a phase for every genre. There was a month where I listened to only classical music. Kanye West is my ultimate favorite artist. This, too, will also get at least one post.

I'm graduating college this August and I literally have no plan. It's frightening and exciting all at the same time. I want to write for a living. My parents are worried I won't be able to support them later in life with a journalism degree. Their concerns are completely warranted.

I drink too much, I share too much, and I occasionally let small things get to me. I'm paranoid to a fault. I'm cynical, but I try not to let it get too negative. I think that when people say they are dedicating themselves to something, they should follow through. I also believe that my smartphone has made me anti-social. I'm hoping this blog will just be something fun that I can enjoy and hopefully a few others will get something out of it. On that note, my neighbors are going at it like animals in heat. I've got to start pounding on the ceiling now.