Okay, let me get this straight. The CW took Veronica Mars off the air in order to broadcast a "reality" show about a "music" group's search for the next "whoring sea donkey." (kudos, Salon, love that phrase). But now, after all is said and done, the winning trollop won't be joining the rest of the "established" strippers, and will instead embark on a solo "career." So the CW basically torpedoed whatever minimal inertia* Veronica had for a sham of a joke of a "contest" that delivered the following morality play: act like a no talent, worn out, gold-digging strumpet fresh off the whore assembly line in Columbus, Georgia; forsake your commitments and invalidate the entire premise of the excrement that's been clogging our airwaves. Nice job, CW. If you didn't have Reaper coming up, I'd just delete you completely off the "channels I receive" grid.
*I will say this -- despite the mid season parade of manholes, CW chief Dawn Ostroff believed in Veronica and kept it on two seasons more than the ratings, even on the miserable CW, would have supported.
In other skank news:
My respect for Sarah Silverman just slipped a bit.
My respect for Posh Spice (yes, Posh Spice!) just inched up a little bit.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
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