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I watched part of MTV's Becoming Shakira today. I had seen Becoming Pink before, but, for some reason, I didn't think that Becoming was an actual series. Lord, why is it an actual series?
It is the saddest tv show that I think I've ever seen. Sadder than one of those Hallmark Hall of Fame mini-series. Or Jenny Jones.
People actually compete to become cheap imitations of their favorite celebrities for thirty seconds of air time. And they're judged by people who sorta kinda know the celebrity, i.e., they did their hair at a Fantastic Sam's before they were famous.
But people actually compete. A lot of people. And they get excited about being chosen. How?
Is that what my generation is coming to? We're so untalented yet narcissistic that we'll pretend to be someone else in order to get attention? If we happen to resemble Eve or Gwen Stefani, then, hurray, we can have our fifteen minutes of fame. That's really pathetic.
The only potential respect that's due anyone who enters a Becoming contest is maybe they're just in it for the style makeover. And maybe they get to keep the clothes. Hell, I might even compete for that.
It is the saddest tv show that I think I've ever seen. Sadder than one of those Hallmark Hall of Fame mini-series. Or Jenny Jones.
People actually compete to become cheap imitations of their favorite celebrities for thirty seconds of air time. And they're judged by people who sorta kinda know the celebrity, i.e., they did their hair at a Fantastic Sam's before they were famous.
But people actually compete. A lot of people. And they get excited about being chosen. How?
Is that what my generation is coming to? We're so untalented yet narcissistic that we'll pretend to be someone else in order to get attention? If we happen to resemble Eve or Gwen Stefani, then, hurray, we can have our fifteen minutes of fame. That's really pathetic.
The only potential respect that's due anyone who enters a Becoming contest is maybe they're just in it for the style makeover. And maybe they get to keep the clothes. Hell, I might even compete for that.