as if reality weren't enough...

there are two new famous boys, thanks to simon cowell bollocking them on live t.v. the cowell comment said something about the one kid looking like some kind of a monkey, and yes, the kid had 'tard eyes (i wish i had a photo, but on the third glass of wine and it being sleepytime soon...)
i know the real world of auditions are not pretty, but really i think si and friends have got too comfy in their little hobby hole. autonomous little fuckers. even prissy paula abdul cannot possibly excuse her behavior (propogating buly behavior by doing nothing). which brings me to a point- the state of american relationships is in severe trouble because americans actually believe that it is OK to act like people do on t.v.
for instance: it is ok to be sarcastic and rude to those whom you love because it is funny and laugh track follows. and i'm only speaking of so-called "sit-coms."
don't get me started on so-called "reality tv."
if this is reality, i need to move to morocco.
so here we are, in the 21st century, and what do we have?
GREASE
fuck all y'all. right. you are putting your career and reputation on the line. and getting buko exposure in the process! cry me a fucking river!
even if you choose the biggest idiots to play sandy and danny, half of new york will still pay top dollar to see this production as it was on TV. it cannot fail. and the winners are likely plants anyway, so who cares about the outcome?
i may call simi valley my hometown, but as i move farther and farther away, the place i grew up blends further and further into greater Los Angeles. the town of plastic. the california smile. the phoniness i could only appriciate fully from a vantage point in the middle of nowhere. and the more i see of it on tv, the more i resent the place. how could i possibly equate my 29 years of experience with reality? what frame of reference do i have? there is so much in the rest of the world, and i have seen so little of it! i am already itching to get out of here... and not because i don't like it. i love it here. i could get quite comfortable here. but comfort doesn't allow one perspective- and i'm itching to see what else is out there for me. what other experiences... what other perspectives. it's all a matter of point of view. there are so many vistas in this world and i have only stood on a few.
i know i'm going to have more stamps in my passport, but now i have to wait for a bit. it's a refreshing point of view for me- i came here with the idea of growing some roots. but i now realize that's not what i'm here for. and the next time mr. k says, "it's time to go..." my answer will be. "where next?" instead of, "do we have to???"