The Magic Of The Jersey Shore

Important programming note: this post is not for the faint of heart. If you’re feeling delicate, I suggest you go directly to Lilly Pulitzer and skip today’s update.
I thought I understood tacky. I mean, I’ve been to Las Vegas. I’ve seen the Real Housewives of [insert city]. I live in Hollywood, after all.
But then I watched Jersey Shore, a new reality show that takes lowbrow living to a whole new level.
Guidos! Guidettes! Fist-pumping, hair gel, protein powder, poor choices…OMG.
I’ll tell you this much: I wouldn’t get in the hot tub at that house for a lifetime supply of Christian Louboutins.
But in spite of it all, I watched the whole pilot, gasping and giggling throughout.
Y’all, there’s a character who calls himself “The Situation.”
Proceed at your own risk. And if you choose to watch, chase it with lots and lots of Lilly.
No Comments Yet

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>