Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Where Quality is Job One

Again this week, inexplicably, the "Who Wants to Be America's Next Top Pussycat Doll Star" show was on at our house. This is the second Wednesday in a row, mind you, and I'm not sure what that means. Perhaps it means we're retarded. Perhaps it means we're too lazy to change the channel. I was probably getting beaten at Scramble on Facebook and Darren was probably reading articles about blogging about reading articles about blogging about bikes, or looking at pictures of hot girls taken at bike races. But I'm already bored taking about that, so let's move on.

I liked two things about the show. The first, is that nearly every single one of the pussycat model stars spent an inordinate amount of time in her one-on-one interviews talking about how she was just going to have to work even harder to get to the top of the cat doll heap. Several of them proclaimed through their tears that they were going to have to give it more than 110%, or that they were going to have to work at it every day. I enjoyed this, because it seemed to imply that the girls were already giving more than one could reasonably expect from your average hot pants-wearing, heavily made up, marginally competent 19-year-old singer/dancer girl . They're only human, after all. If you prick them, do they not bleed? (Hot pink, I assume, but nonetheless.)

The other thing I appreciated occurred at the end of the show, when the judges were reviewing and rating the evening's performances. Pussycat Doll inventor Robin Anten was discussing the relatively lackluster performance of one of the potential top pussycats when she said, and I quote, "Just okay is not going to cut it for the girls who make it into Girlicious." Which is exactly on point. If we don't demand excellence from the girls who may very well become Girlicious (American's next top possible cat dolls 2.0) from whom do we demand it? The Hooters girls? I think not. Brain surgeons? Maybe, but I guarantee you some of them do not look as good in a bikini and fishnets.

Food for thought. Happy Friday!

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