Get excited. The CW has announced that it will air what sounds to me like the best game show ever, “Extreme Musical Chairs.” The show description explains it will “transform the popular children’s game into a physically demanding competition with multiple rounds of elimination set in an indoor obstacle course.” It will feature 20 contestants fighting to find a chair to the soundtrack of a live band. The last player standing doesn’t just get a piece of birthday cake though. In this extreme version, they get a big cash prize. Tell me how I enter NOW. New goal in life: find a way to be on “Extreme Musical Chairs.” [The Daily What]
Lover of butter, endorser of the deep-fried everything, daytime drinker Paula Deen has revealed that she can’t eat her own fatty foods anymore. The 64-year-old chef has admitted that she suffers from Type-2 diabetes. I guess this means no more deep fried mac n’ cheese recipes. No more butter tower photo ops. And no more endorsing cheesecake as a breakfast food. Deen has allegedly signed on to be a spokeswoman for the diabetes drug Novartis. [How convenient, waiting to reveal her diagnosis until she could make a buck off it. -- Editor] I guess she’s going to have to re-brand herself as a healthy chef now. I’m glad she’ll be eating healthy and hopefully encouraging the country to do the same, but some small part of me will miss watching her eat fried Twinkies. [The Daily]
Shannon June, mother of our newest “Toddlers & Tiaras” muse Alana, is speaking out about feeding her daughter “go-go juice” in last week’s episode. Was I the only one who snickered at the term? Last I heard, “go-go juice” was slang for, well, female juices shall we say. We know that’s not what she was drinking. “The go-go juice is just Mountain Dew and just a hint of Red Bull,” Alana’s mother explained. Sounds healthy! All judgey-ness aside, there are lots of terms on “Toddlers & Tiaras” that mean very different things in the real world. Click through to find out what the hell those pageant folks are talking about. [Inside Edition]
Alana? Alana who? MaKenzie is coming back to “Toddlers & Tiaras,” Honey Boo Boo Child! Yay! Her Ni-Ni is gone, but she has a new flipper, a kitten named Prince and so many fans that her name is Tweeting on Twitter. Her ego must be the size of Alana’s mother’s double chin. I look forward to watching more of Mak being herself tonight, i.e. getting jacked on Pixie Sticks and dancing, throwing temper tantrums and verbally abusing her mother. What more could I dream of? Oh, Mack and Alana in one episode.
In the interest of beginning the year with a little self-reflection, I’ve taken some time to ponder the state of my love life. The landscape is as such: lots of nice guys on the horizon. I said horizon. They are watching me from a distance. Sniffing around my way. Saying howdy. Scuffling away without writing their name on my dance card, if you will.
The good news is, I’ve finally started to attract the kinds of guys I want to. The high-quality ones with good hearts. Only problem is, these guys tend to be more reserved (or maybe respectful?) than the guys I’m used to dating. In the past, the guys who’ve scored dates with me are the guys who approach without hesitation.
I’ve become accustomed to an old-fashioned dating model where I smile, flirt shamelessly, drop breadcrumbs of interest, perform my gender normative role as female and wait for the guy to follow the trail. In the past, I’ve lived by the dating credo, “If he likes me, he’ll come to me.” Keep reading »