Define “provocative”

Beauty and the Geek ads have been popping up all over the place. They’re on the WB website, of course, but I’m starting to find them at the top of my “My Yahoo!” page when I log onto the Internet, too. The ones I usually see are a picture of a woman (at chest level, as would be expected) wearing a pink bikini top with some black horn-rimmed glasses hanging down the middle. I enjoy the view myself, but I just discovered that the promotions people developed an alternative banner that’s… not as popular within the media.

According to the New York Post (as summarized by some other website), “ads for an upcoming reality TV series, Beauty and the Geek on the WB network, were rejected by two weekly magazines at Time Inc.—People and Entertainment Weekly—apparently because they were too sexy and provocative.” I don’t understand why they’d think that…

Too sexy and provocative?

Someone loves me!

I was using Google again to check out the buzz on the Internet and found a website called LiveJournal.com where someone had started a discussion about Beauty and the Geek. While the masses didn’t seem impressed with the beauties, well, this quote made me smile:

Can I have those geeks, PLEEEEEEEASE!!?? Shawn looks yummy. :)))

The rise before the fall

The Gen-X Mensa group was meeting for dinner tonight, but I missed a change in the street address (Cleveland Avenue South instead of North). Consequently, I showed up at the restaurant a couple minutes late to find a pretty large group already sitting around the table.

“Shawn, we were just talking about you.” Normally, hearing that sentence would be a prelude to bad news—you’ve been fired, your parents found your stash of [insert illicit item(s) here], you’re the father. In this case, it was about Beauty and the Geek.

I’m not sure how I feel about the attention. Okay, that’s a lie—I enjoy the attention. (Part of the reason I ended up on the show in the first place was because I was on the outskirts of attention unless “we were just talking about you.”) I think it’s just because I’m unsure about the aftermath. Or the during-math, for that matter.

Garnering so much attention from others is like getting a massive dose of endorphins—SUPER EGO BOOST! (Technically, the endorphins create happy feelings more than anything else, but so do handjobs… hoo boy. Take that analogy in as many directions as far as they can go and you won’t be able to sleep tonight. Well, maybe the endorph—NEVER MIND!)

But my point was about SUPER EGO BOOST! I’m special, I’m important, yee-haw! And soon the show will play on the air. Will these happy feelings stick around or will my ego shrivel up like a prune? Will I still be pumped up or will it feel like someone slashed my emotional tires? What will “Shawn, we were just talking about you” mean? Just to be save, I better go hide my stash somewhere else…

Classic professor quotes

Bet you didn’t know that professors can be good for more than decent grades if you provide the proper sexual favors, did you? Turns out that they can add a little sunshine to an ordinarily dismal day filled with crappy classes that you’d rather sleep through and they’re serving sloppy joes for lunch again. Beginning in my sophomore year at Kenyon, I started jotting down quotes in the margins of my notebooks, comments from professors and students which kept time from stopping and made things a little less unbearable. Continue reading “Classic professor quotes”