And I thought they were competing networks…

It started with a brief surge of “Friend Request” notices from Myspace. The same thing happened every time another Beauty and the Geek marathon ends up on the air. I didn’t realize it was on the air this time, but no biggie. A couple more seconds of my fifteen minutes of fame, right? But then I got a message from someone saying that she saw it on VH1.

“WHAT?!”

MTV bought the rights to the show—they were the ones playing the marathons to whet people’s appetites for Season 3 and kept playing them and playing them and playing them… But if MTV owned the rights to the show, how the hell did VH1 get permission from them to play the same marathons (and play them and play them…)?

I did a very brief amount of research using Google by typing in “VH1 MTV” and found the MTV website in England—it had a page specifically devoted to VH1. That’s right, kids, our worst fears have come to pass: there’s a monopoly on music videos on TV. I’ll never look at those undead zombies dancing around to “Thriller” the same way again…

Maybe Aussies don’t like to fight…

The first season of Beauty and the Geek aired in Australia this winter and ZOO Magazine included a review in their December 11th, 2006 issue. Here’s the article verbatim (grammar, spelling and snide remarks as written):
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BEAUTY AND THE GEEK
Brainy nerds learn how to get some lovin’ from some airhead babes

Nerds rejoice! This reality show is your Holy Grail — it will teach you how to pull an incredibly hot chick. All you need to do is pay her lots of money and guarantee some career-boosting exposure on a national TV show. Easy! Failing that, Beauty and the Geek might give you a few pointers for dealing with the ladies and some useful nerdy info too. The idea is simple: the Geeks (brain surgeons, rocket scientists etc) must train the girls to win mental challenges, while the Beauties must school the dorks to score with women. Sounds straightforward, but there are some serious airheads among the Beauties, and the dweebs are about as far from Casanova as you can get. Strangely, being vice president of the Dukes of Hazzard fan club doesn’t have the babes fighting for a date with Bill. Shawn, the assistant Scoutmaster, isn’t fighting them off either. [4 out of 5 stars]
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But who’s to say we should rely on their judgment when it comes to, well, anything? After all, the magazine includes a competition for “Real Girl of the year ’06”—pictures of ten girls in their underwear with quotes like:

  • I’m not interested in anything that flashes five different colours and has 26 different speeds. I like to keep my sex toys simple.
  • The sexiest part of my body is my boobs. I’m learning to pole dance!
  • My ultimate fantasy is to see a hot guy looking at my pics in ZOO.
  • If those are things beautiful Aussie women would say if they’re already prepared for mental challenges… maybe Bill and I should book our plane tickets now.

    Egocentrism and “Confessions”

    I wish I could remember why this feeling struck me (ouch!), but a couple days ago, it occurred to me how… self-centered having a blog like this can be. “Look at what I write! See how important it is? It’s worthy of public consumption! You should all read it! I’m so cool, my pee-pee has frostbite!” Okay, maybe that last one is a little extreme, but hopefully, you get the idea. Continue reading “Egocentrism and “Confessions””

    Oh. My. Gawd!

    I was waiting for a phone call from someone in Toronto on Monday. In the middle of the afternoon, I did get a call, but I didn’t recognize the number and the area code was 818—San Fernando Valley (a.k.a., Los Angeles). “Who would be calling me from there?” Continue reading “Oh. My. Gawd!”

    S3, Episode 7: Echoes of the past

    During Seasons 1 and 2, the editors revealed the evil people’s softer sides. Richard wasn’t as much of an obnoxious smartass and Cher seemed to genuinely care about and support her teammate. Naturally, those sides were there before; they just weren’t shown on the screen. Cecille… no softer side. Why? She doesn’t have a softer side.

    I don’t think it means anything that Cecille and Nate were dancing and singing inside while Scooter and Megan spent their time outdoors, but I would have preferred doing the latter.

    If you want to look cool while hip-hop dancing, forget about t-shirts that say, “If sexy is wrong, I don’t want to be right”—go with the plaid shorts and argyle socks. Totally.

    “Hey, we’re ‘So Long Princess’—we do college concerts, weddings, bar mitzvahs and national TV!”

    “Okay, Scooter, it’s 293-0. Want to stop for another water break?” I say she should have thrown a point to help him feel better about himself, but then I thought about him tackling sheep and decided that was a pretty good self-confidence booster right there.

    Mmmm, hiking… All I wonder is if I would have puked before or after our awesome meal with the gorgeous view looking down on the city.

    I remember being at the mansion towards the end and thinking I was still in it for the experience and the money was just a number off in the distance. Nice to know that Nate felt the same way: the number was off in the distance and Cecille needed to learn from the experience.

    I feel bad for Piao, Tori and Sanjay. Because the final elimination ended so quickly, those three never got the chance to stand in front of the group and say, “Nate, you’re awesome, but CeCe’s a bitch, so I choose Scooter and Megan.” (Remember what I said about payback a couple weeks ago? Andrea must have been thrilled.)

    In her final interview, Cecille said that any beauty who thought she could learn anything from her geek was just stupid. After watching the final episode, I can guarantee that she learned one of two things from Nate: self-sacrifice or sabotage.