Surprise, surprise. Adam Royer was booted off Challenge:Rivals in the first half of the first show for wuss-slapping the side of Ty‘s face and, more violently, knocking a small girl over in the process. Ty was pretty disappointed, considering his girlfriend on Real World DC was more of a man.
But what would this mean for Leroy? Would he be kicked out of the competition, too? Of course not! The show is a totally different game now for he and (life) partner Mike Ross. No longer is it Challenge: Rivals, now it is Challenge: Best Friends. That’s right; Mike Mike is in the house and both Las Vegas weasels are no longer invited. It’s almost as if the best part of Real World continued on a week after the season ended.
A whistling baby, whistling dogs, and Brit flashing a little kid. I’m left wondering what she’s on and why I kind of want some.
I Wanna Go is her third single off Femme Fatale and the most promising of her 12-song comeback. The style of the song (techno/autotune) regretfully fits seamlessly into today’s music and Britney knows just which strings to pull. Almost as if she’s returned to her middle school playground to reclaim her turf.
The line “be a little inappropriate / ’cause you know that everybody’s thinking it” is showing her need to break free. Again. Overdone, with some sort of Thriller zombie twist, the video is a bit baffling. Britney has already explained her want to escape, through and through. Piece of Me? If U Seek Amy? (You Drive Me) Crazy? I guess she just happens to have the angsty/wild/tortured formula down.
Yes, it’s bizarre. Yes, it’s pointless. But it’s Britney, b*tch. It will still make its way onto video charts and millions of viewers will agree that the guy in the plastic crown is “cool.”
Nevertheless, with 3.3 million views in just one day, this reigning Pop Princess is doing something right.
Some TV moments are just too classic; almost too good to be true. That is, until you reevaluate today’s class and taste. On this year’s less-than-remarkable Miss USA pageant, they followed close to the same format as the past thirty years. They hit all the outdated staples in the right order – cheesy 3-second introductions, swim suit competition, evening gowns, answering questions in hope of showing some glimmer of intelligence; all the while enduring a beatdown of elimination rounds.
Let us sit for a moment on the basis of the swim suit competition. Not to get too women empowerment-feminist here, but how is that a valid scale of any winning trait? A few of the contestants were clearly terrible human beings simply judging by their body language but all we’re weighing are cup sizes, ass shapes, and the ability to walk in heels while your goods are out, no?
What could possibly make this round worse? A choreographed dance? No, they only have the temporary brain storage for one of those at the beginning of the show. This self-fulfilling prophecy and shamelessly raped stereotype was reiterated by one song. The girls came out onstage, bearing patriotic bikinis and plastic grins, to Blow by Ke$ha.
Real World’s $hit They Should Have Shown is a collection of funny moments and things the viewing audience never needed to have seen [i.e, the exact bowel movements of roommate Naomi]. Maybe Nany was also clutching onto her last bit of pride and had exhaled a sigh of relief once the season was over. Oh, no, no, no. Apparently, besides being weasel-faced Adam’s plaything, she also hooked up with every girl in the house.
Nevertheless, there were definitely a few scenes they should have shown. Like when Cookie beat up Dustin for the second time over her stuffed bunny, in a shuffle that pushed him in and out of the closet. Hmm. Or when Mike dressed up as Leroy for Halloween, but was mistaken by everyone in Vegas as a racist. And the raw chicken. That was an unnecessary but wholly entertaining moment. Guess you are doing the dishes, Mike!
In the meantime we’ll have Challenge: Rivals to watch, where I’m assuming Lee does not kill Adam, considering he was present for all the follow-up Real World shows, but we can only hope. Additionally, Mike sure is campaigning for his own show with Lee on MTV so we’ll see how that turns out. Can’t be any worse than the Skins disaster.
The return of Pretty Little Liars stirred up that Nancy Drew crime-solving fire in each of us that so long ago tired of the Mary Alice Young mystery. It wasn’t the most cutting edge, though ABC Family would like to believe so, but it was satisfying enough.
The second you are transported to the seemingly-quaint surroundings of Rosewood, Pennsylvania, you realize that this is a town unlike any other. Students engaging in sexual acts with faculty, incest, a looming murder of a middle schooler, and full-on family interventions? Normalcy, hardly.
Nerdy Lucas was overly nice, Mona lost her only saving grace of being Hanna’s defensive little dog, sneaky Noel Kahn was back at Rosewood Day, and now there’s a Jason Thing. The girls immediately started off on the wrong foot with their shrink, who decided to split them up. And forbid them from seeing each other. Yeah, let’s see that one pan out.
My favorite character, dark and moody Caleb, was shooed by Hanna in a short, vacuous scene and just lent more time to discussing Ian’s whereabouts. Dead? Alive? A? This show is providing itself with the uphill battle of not turning every twist and turn into previous plotlines. Toby, Alison, Jenna…
It’s strange the things that continue to fly under the radar in this show:
1. There shouldn’t be any leading designer stores in a town resembling Stars Hollow.
2. The girls’ parents are only around conveniently (hello – Spencer’s dad?) so it seems each sixteen-year-old girl owns her own 4 bedroom single family home.
3. The little one dresses like a prostitute. Is her wardrobe supposed to be described as trendy? Are booty shorts and thigh high boots trendy?
PLL‘s main downfall is that remarkable music is rarely offered, and on this premiere, they only presented a weak Christina Perri song for a weak assortment of scenes.
The perfect Summer soundtrack must consist of light, happy tunes with a high octave and an infectious beat. Major chords, tamborine, and plenty of guitar hooks. It’s not the season to be deep and brooding, it’s not the time to unload a series of emotional baggage. Save your Black Keys and put away your Adele. It’s summertime.
A glass of lemonade and a beach pop-style album will get you far this summer, whether your preference is The Drums, with infectious songs like Let’s Go Surfing or Foster The People with Pumped Up Kicks, which has already been downloaded 300,000 times on iTunes off their brand-new album. Another good choice would be Everybody Else, a trio of pretty stoner Cali boys with jams like Born To Do and Rich Girls, Poor Girls [ You got the money that I want so bad / I like the rich girls / You got the lovin’ that I never had / I like them poor girls ].
Sticking with the carefree bottom line, some other good choices are relative unkown Jarrod Gorbel‘s song Each Breath and Bruno Mars‘ Runaway Baby, the most eligible future single off his debut Doo-Wops & Hooligans. How can you go wrong with Bruno Mars, honestly?
In my book, reggae music can do no evil. Don’t rule it out; it just may be the quick fix of the destressor you can’t afford. And in a world of artists battling it out with Bob Marley, my personal favorite is Beduoin Soundclash. Listen to Until We Burn In The Sun (The Kids Just Want a Love Song) and you’ll find it difficult to resist this harder side of reggae.
But if these bands’ sounds aren’t sweet enough to fit your summer, turn to those you can trust. Britney Spears has made a comeback of the century with her new album Femme Fatale. Giving off a Black Eyed Peas techno vibe, this album is packed with hits like Till The World Ends, I Wanna Go, and with help from Will.i.am, the provacative Big Fat Bass.
Katy Perry. This trusty wingwoman who would fetch you a margarita and make sure to get you laid by the end of the night, is still managing to keep her sophomore album, Teenage Dream, fresh. With her 80s-inspired, 8-minute-long video to Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F), starring her nerdy teenage alter ego, Kathy Beth Terry, she has worked her magic again. The video features music and TV celebs, like Rebecca Black and my talented/amazing Hanson. Reaching out to thirteen-year-olds and weird, indie kids? Way to go, Kathy.
The magic of a Matt and Kim show is contained in that one moment where everyone is completely free and everyone is the same. M & K bring all walks of life together, no longer conflicting, no longer competing; just leaving Good for Great.
This high energy duo is riding the crest of their music career on their Sidewalks tour, delivering the show their audience craves. No, the set is not always fresh and varied – it is a repeat of lap dances, boob jokes, connotations, and the pair professing their love to the crowd. But that is what we want. We want to hear their covers, we want to be turned on, and we want to see Matt and Kim in all their gleeful Caucasian glory.
Matt and Kim first caught attention in 2008, during the making of their Lessons Learned video, in which they appeared naked in Times Square. Provocative, shameless, possibly genius. With the sound of a classic arcade game, there is a promising future ahead of this spectacular, eclectic band. They are not average and they’re not faking it either. Yep, they sound like confused Miss Pac Man or Galaga tunes and look like a couple of excitable high schoolers. They’re lucky to not get beat up regularly (Matt admits he’s only been punched by Kim) in the slums they call home, let alone a different city slum every night. Ironically, it is just the opposite. They are adored and, in turn, they are loving every second of their success, more specifically, their following.
Matt and Kim fans just want to be humored with Matt’s Brooklyn tales “every step I took and street I’ve walked” and aroused with Kim’s sass. Their fans want the package deal and are satisfied every time.
And just as the night comes to a close, the tempting synth and rumbling drum leads into Cameras. The room packed full of strangers lights up, lets go, and embraces what M & K hope to be a summer anthem. By the end of the show, I have to admit, I saw flashes of gold.
A wedding, a death, and a so-so guitar. Who would think this would be the perfect recipe for the Real World Las Vegas finale? After months of despising certain roommates for being self-destructive, manipulative, or downright scumbags, the finale (involving no arguing whatsoever) made us actually like the cast in their last hour of fame.
Leroy experienced loss of a close friend and his “BFF” Mike walked him around and consoled him before he flew back home, only to return to Vegas for a day, to handle his business. We actually got to see the human side of the biggest player in the house, something we never would have seen out of weaselly Adam.
Meanwhile, Heather and Dustin markered on a guitar to be raffled off for charity and Dustin called it their baby. Yeah. What a winner. But wait! Mouse-faced Dustin is also very easily confused. He sauntered into their bathroom and Cooke and Naomi were painting each other. Cooke and Naomi are blue, Dustin says like a robot. Yes, Dustin, they’re blue. Cooke and Naomi are blue. Cooke and Naomi are blue. He was told that if he said things three times, a sexy wizard would give him some fabulous red slippers.
The whole time, Naomi was trying to convince Mike to marry her while they were still in Vegas. Yes, of all people, Mike would be the least likely to go along with something like this, including all the other girls. He fought her on it, and told her he liked Nany’s nice, straight hair, both of which made her whine. Finally, finally, *finally* after many days of pleading, Mike proposed to Naomi with a Ring Pop. And they did get [fake] married.
Mike also progressed in other ways during his stay in Vegas. Besides befriending the intimidating guy in the house, and no longer reading his prayer to his dates, by the end, he was ready to get a tattoo, go to a strip club with his nemesis, Dustin, and get fake married. What more could you ask for!
Then the roommates were deeply depressed to be leaving and the moustistic guy decided to drag all their mattresses on top of the bowling lanes for a slumber party. Cookie whimpered that she didn’t want to go because she was just becoming friends with everyone. And everyone ignored her sadness. Well how bad had it really been between them?
Nany announced as they were leaving, and Moustin was admiring his and Heather’s “child”, that they would all return to Vegas a week later. All the roommates went bankrupt 1 week and 1 day later.
Mimi's blog 
Reunited and It Feels So Good
June 24, 2011 — MimiSurprise, surprise. Adam Royer was booted off Challenge:Rivals in the first half of the first show for wuss-slapping the side of Ty‘s face and, more violently, knocking a small girl over in the process. Ty was pretty disappointed, considering his girlfriend on Real World DC was more of a man.
But what would this mean for Leroy? Would he be kicked out of the competition, too? Of course not! The show is a totally different game now for he and (life) partner Mike Ross. No longer is it Challenge: Rivals, now it is Challenge: Best Friends. That’s right; Mike Mike is in the house and both Las Vegas weasels are no longer invited. It’s almost as if the best part of Real World continued on a week after the season ended.
Mimi