taste-testing tila tequila
Dear Tila Tequila,
Hi, girl. I'm writing to you because I, like so many millions of others in the country, have tuned in to your latest endevour, none other than "A Shot at Love With Tila Tequila." You, yes you, have popularized bisexuality due to your fabulous MySpace stunt--scratch that. It's everybody's space now, thanks to national television and the superb marketing forces of MTV (Mindless TeleVision).
But now I'm digressing. What I want to talk to you about is what you've made me think about. I know. It's bizarre. Your show made me think, and I'm pretty sure that's against the rules.
On the one hand, I think it's excellent that you have decided to wear your sexuality like a banner--hurrah bisexuality! Hurrah visibility! Hurrah mainstream! And yay to you for legitimizing the label of bisexuality in a stiflingly sexually-dichotomous society.
Howwwwever, this is not fan-mail. Sure, you're making bisexuality visible. But that's not the only thing that we can see. Flesh, Tila. Flesh. And crazy, obscene amounts of it. Those chicks in your house? They're running around in the middle of the day in lingerie. It's hot. Hawt, even. Yes. And I'm sure many (male and bi-curious/bi/lesbian) viewers enjoy it. Hell, I won't deny that seeing Rebecca the Springy-Haired Hottie flaunce around in her push-up bra isn't attention-grabbing. But that doesn't mean I want one of the first impressions of Bisexuality in the Mainstream to be this sex-centric, lust-obsessed notion.
The bi/lesb girls that Tila has hand-picked are--with a few noticable and cute exceptions--way closer to Britney Spears than Ani DiFranco. Now, this isn't, in theory, such a terrible thing-- femmey lesbians are a great way to dispel stereotypes about the female gay demographic. But when Tila's version of bisexuality--what with the constant alcohol, stripping, and lack of clothing--is all about LUSTLUSTLUSTLUST after these girls, I think it disservices what being bi can be. It's like putting the "drunken-girls-at-a-bar" bisexuality on display for 30 minute segments every week.
This could be a misprepresentation of your show, Tila, and for that I'd certainly apologize. But your name is Tila Tequila. Something tells me you're holding a little too happily onto that shotglass.
Of course I'll keep watching. This show fascinates me, with the sexuality dynamics and seeing lots of femme lesb/bis figuring out what sexuality means to them. Tila, I just wish you would stop objectifying the other girls, tell them to get dressed (honestly, who goes to a carnival in a bra and undies?) and stops wearing belly-shirts (maybe then I could pretend to understand why all the other girls want skimpy, shrimpy you instead of babeliscious Rebecca).
With all due respect (not sure how much this is),
Beth
Hi, girl. I'm writing to you because I, like so many millions of others in the country, have tuned in to your latest endevour, none other than "A Shot at Love With Tila Tequila." You, yes you, have popularized bisexuality due to your fabulous MySpace stunt--scratch that. It's everybody's space now, thanks to national television and the superb marketing forces of MTV (Mindless TeleVision).
But now I'm digressing. What I want to talk to you about is what you've made me think about. I know. It's bizarre. Your show made me think, and I'm pretty sure that's against the rules.
On the one hand, I think it's excellent that you have decided to wear your sexuality like a banner--hurrah bisexuality! Hurrah visibility! Hurrah mainstream! And yay to you for legitimizing the label of bisexuality in a stiflingly sexually-dichotomous society.
Howwwwever, this is not fan-mail. Sure, you're making bisexuality visible. But that's not the only thing that we can see. Flesh, Tila. Flesh. And crazy, obscene amounts of it. Those chicks in your house? They're running around in the middle of the day in lingerie. It's hot. Hawt, even. Yes. And I'm sure many (male and bi-curious/bi/lesbian) viewers enjoy it. Hell, I won't deny that seeing Rebecca the Springy-Haired Hottie flaunce around in her push-up bra isn't attention-grabbing. But that doesn't mean I want one of the first impressions of Bisexuality in the Mainstream to be this sex-centric, lust-obsessed notion.
The bi/lesb girls that Tila has hand-picked are--with a few noticable and cute exceptions--way closer to Britney Spears than Ani DiFranco. Now, this isn't, in theory, such a terrible thing-- femmey lesbians are a great way to dispel stereotypes about the female gay demographic. But when Tila's version of bisexuality--what with the constant alcohol, stripping, and lack of clothing--is all about LUSTLUSTLUSTLUST after these girls, I think it disservices what being bi can be. It's like putting the "drunken-girls-at-a-bar" bisexuality on display for 30 minute segments every week.
This could be a misprepresentation of your show, Tila, and for that I'd certainly apologize. But your name is Tila Tequila. Something tells me you're holding a little too happily onto that shotglass.
Of course I'll keep watching. This show fascinates me, with the sexuality dynamics and seeing lots of femme lesb/bis figuring out what sexuality means to them. Tila, I just wish you would stop objectifying the other girls, tell them to get dressed (honestly, who goes to a carnival in a bra and undies?) and stops wearing belly-shirts (maybe then I could pretend to understand why all the other girls want skimpy, shrimpy you instead of babeliscious Rebecca).
With all due respect (not sure how much this is),
Beth