Category: tv

When the woo grows up

In my opinion, How I Met Your Mother is the best sitcom on TV. It has taught us many valuable lessons such as the Bro Code, the Crazy/Hot scale and the Lemon Law. And this season, it brought us the term “Woo Girls.”

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(I tried to find a video but failed miserably, sorry pets!)

Woo Girls, according to Barney Stinson, are those girls who wear cowboy hats to bars, do shooters, call each other “slut,” and yell “Woo!” when when a song they know comes on (usually by Lynyrd Skynyrd.)

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Woo Girls are always 20-somethings, maybe 30-somethings. But what happens when the Woo Girls grow up?

They join Mary Kay and try to sell you cosmetics.

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My mom dragged me to a “free makeover” by a Mary Kay consultant last night. Okay, maybe dragged isn’t the best term. Mention the word free and I’m there. Unfortunately, we were headed to a Mary Kay consultant meeting, at which they would talk each other up and do our makeovers sort of as a party trick.

“So, ladies, you get one entry into the draw for every friend you bring. So if you bring 5 friends, you get how many entries?”
“Five!”
“And that’s how many chances to win?”
“Five!”

And then they proceeded to “Woo!” at each other while they talked about how much money they’d made that week. Now, I will Woo in the appropriate scenario. After all, I’m a single, twentysomething bar go-er and oft-drunk. I will Woo if the band plays Third Eye Blind or Greenday and WOOO extra loud if they play the Beatles. But I will not Woo sober. And I will certainly not Woo about the selling of cosmetics.

At the beginning they handed us a mini survey. “Do you want us to contact your spouse to give him gift ideas?” Answers: “Yes, he would love the help!” “No, he usually picks out something himself.” I circled all of the “he” and “himself”s and the word “spouse” and wrote in big letters: “So this is only for married straight people?” right across it.

The information package you get at the end is all about why you should start your own Mary Kay business. You see, as a woman you shouldn’t work outside of the home. Just think of the money you’ll have to pay in child care, nevermind the neglect and suffering of your children. But it’s a modern world, you should be earning money for your husband to spend. So the Mary Kay way is perfect! You can be a Supermom, never leave the house and only speak to women and children! Because you’re not fit for the outside world.

…Woo!

Blood lust

There’s a fine, fine line between pain and pleasure.

It seems these days that the world has caught a case of blood lust. Vampires have long been part of pop culture, through the Victorian era until now, but even before then they were legends. And what draws us to vampires, of all mythical creatures?

Sex.

Vampires and sex are synonymous. There is no such thing as a chaste vampire. And more importantly for us mortals, there is no such thing as an ugly vampire. You’d think something that had been dead for centuries would be less than appealing. After all, vampires are monsters, wild. And all other mythical monsters - werewolves, cyclopses, harpies - are scary. Vampires are scary in a sexy way. Nevermind scaring your socks off, they seem to jump straight to the pants.

In Interview with a Vampire we lusted after Lestat and Louis. In Buffy, teens all around the world dreamt about Angel and Spike. And now, with Twilight-mania, a new generation is literally asking for Edward to bite them.

I’ll admit, I read Twilight. In fact, I read all four. And I saw the movie twice in theatres. Why? Because vampires are hot.

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And finally, last September, HBO gave us True Blood: a show chalk full of sex, drugs, blood and most importantly - vampires. But True Blood wasn’t jumping on the bandwagon (or careening race car) of Twilight, as it may have seemed. True Blood is based on books by Charlaine Harris, the first, Dead Until Dark, published in 2001. Which bears remarkable similarities to Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight series, published years later. Sookie Stackhouse is a mind reader, drawn to vampire Bill Compton because she can’t read his thoughts. Edward Cullen is a mind reading vampire, drawn to Bella Swan because he can’t read her thoughts. Edward is a “vegetarian” vampire. Bill is “mainstreaming” after the release of synthetic blood.

You see, this is a key factor to the sexy vampire stories. We don’t want a monster story, we want a story of redemption. Angel is “cursed” with a soul, and so we (and Buffy) fall in love with his tortured past. Edward wonders if he has a soul, and wants desperately to be a decent person, a normal high school student. Bill moves to a small town in the American south in an attempt to rejoin society. Louis is the sympathetic character, who feels guilt at the deaths he has caused. Lestat is the monster.

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Last weekend I read Charlaine Harris’ Dead Until Dark, and it was everything I hoped it would be - a grown up version of Twilight. Without the sexual frustration, but in the same fluffy first person style. A romance novel, almost, with vampires and murder mysteries.

Yesterday, I watched the first episode of the second season of True Blood. The show is a lot “classier” than the books - Allan Ball (American Beauty, Six Feet Under) adds a level of sophistication and danger to the books to make it into this enticing, sexy show. In true HBO grandeur.

Vampires are sexy, folks. And they’re also really popular right now. And if you have a problem with that, you can bite me.

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xoxo

“Watching you fail spectacularly gives me so much joy.”
I am the first one to admit that I am ridiculously amused by bad (and good) TV. Every time I have important things to do, I decide to watch an entire season (or series) of something. Big Love, Arrested Development, Secret Life of the American Teenager, Six Feet Under, How I Met Your Mother, anything that’s worth a watch. I have very little taste when it comes to television or movies. I just like to be entertained.

In the past week or so, Kristen and I have been obsessively watching Gossip Girl (I also read the books in high school). I have to say, I’m addicted. Especially to Mr. Chuck Bass, pictured above. He’s an asshole, but I love him.