Last night in TVland, The dude in the Panda hat met the wind of Obama’s helicopter, minority hair is hard to do, Betty met her boy twin, and Skara still didn’t get kicked off Idol.
Made it through another week!
Real World: VirginiaApple
Well, for starters, Pandrew’s “finding yourself” story wins. Hands down. Not only did he get to go inside the White House (prompting some amusing jealousy from Mike), have a pretend press conference and observe a real one, and feel the wind of Obama’s helicopter in his hair, he managed to make me laugh a couple of times while doing it. Entertaining and actually pretty awesome. Also, he missed his deadline and although he didn’t really get in trouble for it in the end, watching him sweat was kind of nice because it was a new look for him.
Perpetual phone presence Ian came for a visit with a friend in tow, and Cliche was dead set on playing matchmaker. Unfortunately, Callie wasn’t quite feeling the love, especially since she just met the guy. This caused an argument, which sent Cliche into round 94209 of “Should I stay or should I go now… Should I stay or should I go?” (I wonder if The Clash are respectable enough to make it onto her iPod?) Well, I have my vote, but the female roomies (and later Ian, who actually seems like a pretty cool, down-to-earth guy) tried to convince her to stay. Then she decided to stay for the roomies, despite apparently being miserable with them, and shockingly enough hearing that did not fill them with joy. She wanted them to beg her to stay, but instead they told her if she wasn’t staying for herself she should just go. What did she decide? Find out in the full recap!
Favorite part of the episode: Mike revealed to the roomies that when Cliche and Ian went to go to touristy things, he told them to go to the Holocaust museum, because “if she feels bad about HER life…” HA! Awesome.
Shear Genius: J-Mo
Well, it turns out that on last night’s episode of Shear Genius, we weren’t finished with the “ethnic” hair challenges just yet. Last week’s Asian ladies were just a warmup for this weeks BIG gun: black hair. OH, am I allowed to say black hair and will people know I mean African-American hair and not goth chickboy hair? Anyhow, this is probably the most nervous I’ve seen the majority of the stylestants get (even Miss BrigADarkNLovely had to admit that the pale masses of Simi Valleyites were inadequate preparation for these soul sistas) and TrannyLips manages to run her mouth and make a major gaffe with the guest judge.
For the Elimination Challenge, the guest judge happened to be U.K. singer/songwriter Estelle, whom I can never seem to separate in my head from the Golden Girls and Estelle Getty, which is weird, because she’s African-UK-ian, but that’s just how my mind works sometimes. In any case, the challenge involved doing “red carpet hair” for several of her besties about to attend a “listening party” for Estelle’s new “album”, and she wanted the looks to be inspired by 60′s and 70′s styles such as Diana Ross in Mahogany (“I’m a WINNER, baby!”) which is hysterical because Miss Ross looked downright TACKY in that movie (if you don’t believe me, wait until you see some of the screen shots of the Diana-Ross-designed “fashions” I’m going to include).
Naturally Garofalo and BrigADurrrrr got into a pissing match over who could do the worst Diana Ross drag on their client. Plus, Brialien tries to recreate Edie Sedgwick, and MattBian turns his girl into Mrs. Olson from the old Folgers commercials. Recap will be up in a couple of days, so be sure to check back.
Ugly Betty: Dear Crabby
Re-invention was the theme of last night’s Ugly Betty. Betty does a profile on a hot young playwright and ends up getting involved. Basically he’s the male version of Betty, a total dork with glasses sans the braces, but in his dorkiness he’s a hot commodity. They have a secret romance until he blows it by telling her he’s taking his mother to his premiere and it turns out his mother is one of Tiger Woods’ skanky mistresses. Betty solves this problem by decking said dork and having it end up in the gossip columns, then calling to have her braces taken off so she can be all she can be.
Willie, on the other hand, re-invents herself in the opposite direction after a brush with a perforated ulcer. While in the hospital she gets a lecture by another self-involved career woman who complains she has stock options but hasn’t seen her son in 20 years. Personally, I don’t see the problem with that, and neither does Willie. When leaving the hospital in what I would call a very tragic fashion choice (her dress looks like Bert and Ernie’s socks), she says she doesn’t just want Mode, she wants the whole damn Meade Corporation. Because nothing says stability like a bunch of failing magazines!
Finally, Justin has an epiphany of his own and kudos to ABC for letting this happen. He continues the cha-rade of liking Lily and has to kiss her onstage during a performance. It looks pretty passionate but after the show he and a fellow actor ” A BOY ” have their own kiss. He’s confused but then at home hears Hilda giving some really great, heart-felt advice to Betty about being the person she is and being true to herself. Could this be the re-emergence of gay Justin? Let’s hope! He’s awesome!
American Idol: Happy Housewife
What’s up, bitches? I’m filling in for the one, the only, the Flipit this week for the AI results show. Ellen DeGenerous, indeed. Love that bitch, but she is WAY too nice. She needs to slap the smarm right out of BITCH, then lick Simon’s face and watch him go cry on Gaycrest’s shoulder. Anyhoo, David Cock, last year’s winner, did an AWFUL cover of Jumping Jack Flash, some lighting director got into the green beer way too early and treated us to a prolifically bad St. Patrick’s Day light show, Simon was overly aggressive to cover up the gay, Gaycrest is definitely the catcher in that relationship, Randy was useless, BITCH whined alot, and Ellen tried to charm some interest into this show. The bitch that is stealing my name, and my game, Ke$ha, performed and all I have to say is THANK McDREAMY for lip synching. In the end, Screechy Brown, not to be confused with Murphy Brown, who is cooler than you or I (well, maybe just you) got kicked off and has to go back to waitressing at your local Applebee’s and giving back alley handjobs for knock off Coach bags. Sadface.