i like to think that the premiere of mad men and the premiere of jersey shore occurring in the same week, was an act of kindness by the tv programming honchos. on sundays i can pretend to be intellectual as i continue to watch a show that i like but can't muster the strength to get too excited about. where as on thursdays, i can watch the greatest show of my generation-jersey shore.
i was a bit worried that the show would fall into a sophomore slump, especially because it is set in miami but then i remembered snooki- my dear chilean princess, she can do no wrong. i for one am glad to see she has embraced faux-tanning. well, she was sorta forced...by obama. "McCain would never put a tax on tanning. Because he is pale and would want to tan. Obama doesn't have that problem. Obviously." lol (lol=laughing out loud) oh the irony, it's safe to assume snooki is unaware that mccain had skin cancer. but i seriously love snooki and her consistently spot on commentary, such as farmer john who "fucks his sister for a living", washing clothes in a sink "like a pilgrim in the 20s" and of course trashbags aka angelina aka duchess of darkness aka "white rat".
speaking of trashbags, who the hell invited trashbags?! (and don't say the genius producers to start some drama) i can stand trashbags no matter how much hilarity will ensue because of her. she's a low budget bitch who does not deserve to be in the presence of the princess & classiness that is JWWOW! and rooming with pauly-d & the situation, she is truly darksided and doesn't like people having fun. i really hope she is gone once snooki kicks her ass, which i hope soon!
i also can't stand this sammi/ronnie drama. i know it's going to be the dark cloud looming over the show after that darker cloud trashbags is gone. i really could care less if ronnie and sammi get married and have 10 kids, i just find the whole plot point to be kinda boring. the only thing that makes them tolerable is the stellar commentary from the other guys: pauly d, situation, and vinny. grenades and landmines will become part of my daily vocabulary. however, guys, i also know that pretty much all of them hooked up with that landmine trashbags, i thought they had standards.
all and all this wasn't the most exciting episode but it did create excitement for the fights to come: the super team of snooki and jwwow fighting trashbags and sammi, the situation dodging landmines and grenades, and hopefully trashbags walk of shame back to jersey. (i really hate that famewhore)
Friday, July 30, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
the mecca for immigrants
A few weeks ago, I heard a racially insensitive joke about Asians. It was something along the lines of, the first thing Asians get when the come to America is a drivers license (umm, rude). However, I do think there is something immigrants from all countries get when they arrive to the United States...a membership to Costco.
Everyone loves Costco, but for people recently off the boat, it is like the holy grail of America, anything you could ever want, Costco almost always has it, from plasma tvs and portioned salmon flanks, designer purses and Dom Perignon. Every Saturday and Sunday, Costco is filled with people of every race, nationality, and religion. They fill their carts up with giant packs of paper towels and giant bottles of olive oil. They diligently inspect the green mangoes and ripe plums, mixing and matching from different containers to get the perfect dozen. They push and shove to get the first of the hot frozen pizza samples. They buy bulk items in bulk and don't hesitate to drop loads of cash on loads of mayonnaise.
I write from experience. While he isn't the most aggressive shopper, nothing brings out the FOB in my dad like Costco. He is constantly looking for excuses to go there, looking for things to buy. My dad in Costco is like a kid in a candy shop but worse, because he has a shopping cart. When he gets there, he looses track of time, he looses his ability to speak English clearly, and he looses his sense of reality in what we need and what we don't need. If my dad goes alone, which he does more than he should, he will come home with non-essentials like Kimchi or a Power Washer, all in the name of a good deal. The only thing worse than my dad going to Costco alone is my yia-yah going there. I remember spending an agonizing four hours with her there as she stocked up on toliet paper, olive oil, and rubbing alcohol.
Why do immigrants love Costco more than anyone else? Is it the savings of buying in bulk? Selections they aren't used to having? The opportunity to experience the American way of living in excess? It's all that and more. It's the space to roam freely and speak in one's native tongue with less eye rolls than the local supermarket. It's the opportunity to find almost anything you could imagine and things you couldn't even imagine. The freedom to buy whatever and however much you want. The ability to provide for your family in ways you didn't think existed. A place where everything comes full circle, buy things for your newborn, your teenager, your newlywed, your retirement, and your funeral. Costco is like America, land of opportunity, upholding freedom of choice.
Everyone loves Costco, but for people recently off the boat, it is like the holy grail of America, anything you could ever want, Costco almost always has it, from plasma tvs and portioned salmon flanks, designer purses and Dom Perignon. Every Saturday and Sunday, Costco is filled with people of every race, nationality, and religion. They fill their carts up with giant packs of paper towels and giant bottles of olive oil. They diligently inspect the green mangoes and ripe plums, mixing and matching from different containers to get the perfect dozen. They push and shove to get the first of the hot frozen pizza samples. They buy bulk items in bulk and don't hesitate to drop loads of cash on loads of mayonnaise.
I write from experience. While he isn't the most aggressive shopper, nothing brings out the FOB in my dad like Costco. He is constantly looking for excuses to go there, looking for things to buy. My dad in Costco is like a kid in a candy shop but worse, because he has a shopping cart. When he gets there, he looses track of time, he looses his ability to speak English clearly, and he looses his sense of reality in what we need and what we don't need. If my dad goes alone, which he does more than he should, he will come home with non-essentials like Kimchi or a Power Washer, all in the name of a good deal. The only thing worse than my dad going to Costco alone is my yia-yah going there. I remember spending an agonizing four hours with her there as she stocked up on toliet paper, olive oil, and rubbing alcohol.
Why do immigrants love Costco more than anyone else? Is it the savings of buying in bulk? Selections they aren't used to having? The opportunity to experience the American way of living in excess? It's all that and more. It's the space to roam freely and speak in one's native tongue with less eye rolls than the local supermarket. It's the opportunity to find almost anything you could imagine and things you couldn't even imagine. The freedom to buy whatever and however much you want. The ability to provide for your family in ways you didn't think existed. A place where everything comes full circle, buy things for your newborn, your teenager, your newlywed, your retirement, and your funeral. Costco is like America, land of opportunity, upholding freedom of choice.
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