May 25, 2007

  • Hey.

    So, I was taking a late shower last night, and when I stepped out of the bathroom at around midnight, Jerry Springer was on the telly.  I generally immediately turn the channel to the Tonight Show with Jay Leno, but I was very, "What the hey." (also cos i didn't wanna look for the control, but shh)  It was a nostalgic moment becuase I used to watch this type of show very often in the summer - Maury, Montel - but usually not Springer, because the excess amount of just "BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP" got a little ridiculous.

    But I like one of the broad twists of Springer, always have.  There's this huge stigma on the show, of the program epitomizing maximum exploition of fights, cursing, sluts, cheating, midget baby-mommas, and that one lady that clocked in at more than 250 lbs and was yelling, "Jerry, I'm so f***ing sexy; I'm a big sexy ho and I'm LOVIN' IT, BABY."  You think Jerry Springer, and you instantly connotate it with violence, booing, cursing, freaks and skanks alike, and BLEEPs galore  You think of break-ups, devastation, and the words: "After the pregnancy test, the results show.. that (name) is NOT the father." (lol or is that maury?) Crying and screaming and yelling tends to follow.

    Not that that's my favored forementioned broad idea, of course.  I like how because of this generalization, the nice moments related to or on the talk show have an especially insane impact.  Like when on Dancing with the Stars, people were shocked at how sensitive and heart-warming Springer really is as he danced with his autistic daughter on the night he was eliminated from the reality show.  Like when she says, "Baby, I brought you here because I gotta tell you.. you might not be our baby's daddy." and Jerry says, "Do you want a pregnancy test?" and he says, "No, I don't want it.  I don't care.  All I know is that I'm his daddy, he's my son, and that I love you and our family."  Or like when the lady says, "Baby, I'm actually.. a man." (gasp!) and he says, "I knew. (double gasp!) I knew all along.  I was just waiting for you to tell me.  But baby, did you have to do it on Jerry Springer?"

    The audience response isn't typically an immediate "aww" and "whoo-hoo omgz" right away.  The initial moment is usually shock as they absorb what has happened (triple gasp!), and the camera would cut to the audience's unanimous shocked expression towards this acceptace, this kindness -- "OMG, HE'S NOT PISSED, SHE'S NOT CRYING IN SORROW, WTF IS GOING ON, THIS IS JERRY SPRINGER, WHERE'S THE BLEEPS AND THE HATE, WHERE'S THE HATE AND THE HURT, OMG WHERE DID THE HATE GO?!?!???!?"  The applause always comes slowly after.

    I used to want to do something like that.  I daydreamed that I was some aloof, emo, dark, crazed out chick, and people had to earn every smile, had to earn every laugh, had to earn every word, because it just came so rarely.  Lawl that I'm too friendly for that.

    Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!
    Quote Amanda Echols, "I will judge you and sterotype you, then shove you into a category.  So prove me wrong."

    (lol too bad that i really am some whacked out nerd)

    Today's lesson: People never daydream about the person they are.  Just the person that they wish they were.

    how much is too much to give you? well, i may never know, so i'll just give until there's nothing else.

    Bye for now.