Ok, so last weekend I experience a slight moment of shame. I was flipping through the channels and just as one of my favorite Bravo shows was ending - Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D List (shameless plug: could be one of the funniest shows on television right now. She has a pretty foul mouth but don't worry, it's bleeped. So really, it's Kathy and her assistants and her dogs and her family and a lot, lot, lot of bleeping. But, it makes me laugh pretty hard.), a new "hit" reality show was coming on. . . drum roll please. . . . . Hey Paula. If you haven't heard about it, it's a reality show where cameras follow the diva herself around and document the life and times of Paula Abdul. Straight up, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Sidenote: only Bravo could actually air this show. it could be the most random television network ever. Their ad on Google says "comedy, celebrity, fashion, poker, fitness, real estate and cook TV shows". . . uh, mildly weird combo? Anyway, back to Paula. . . .
You know how you pass by a train wreck (or any kind of wreck really because how often do you see an actual train wreck?) and you know that the moral and decent think to do would be to look away out of the respect for the horror that lies in front of you? But instead, you can't help but gawk, mouth wide open, and stare at the misery that lay hopelessly right in front of your face. That's Hey Paula. I should have turned the channel, I know that now. But that fateful Saturday afternoon filled with mind-numbing boredom caused me to gawk, mouth wide open and watch this show. It's been a long time since I've been able to describe any television as "a complete disaster", but this takes it, no question.
May I present to you a little clip of this tragedy in motion. . . This is a business meeting between Paula and one of the world's top perfume companies that has decided to help her come up with her own line. I would like to present this as actual evidence that Paula may spend her days drunk as a skunk. She says in the next episode that she's never been drunk. . . I ask the jury to reconsider.
Hey Paula! What were you thinking?
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Well...you told me about this earlier in the week (big mistake) and late Tuesday night I found myself flipping through the channels from bed and what did I happen upon? Hey Paula! (and the Kathy Griffin show, which I also liked) Like you, I could not turn away and have actually set my DVR to record all new episodes.
I'm trying to figure out if this is more or less embarrassing than House of Carters...
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