this year has been a year of being down in the dumps, being in a rut, neurotically self-absorbed and destructively self-obsessed, being wrapped up in regretting the past and fearing the future…

now i realize what it all boils down to…i’ve lost my mojo, baby. i just need to find it again.

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i’ve been in a TV slump lately. usually there’s nothing i love more than the combination of wonderful shows and absolutely horrendous trash. lately, however, the magic has been missing. maybe post-strike, i stopped caring. i dunno, i have a pile of LOST episodes to watch and i have no inkling to watch them. and the rest, past favorites like ugly betty, i’m like meh. this could be blamed to the writer’s strike, where i got so used to not having regular tv, that i just don’t care anymore. however, i’ve lost my taste for trashy tv, and there’s been ample amounts of fresh material of that. the newest rock of love? after a few episodes, i just didn’t care. the new flavor of love? meh, no particular reason to make any effort to watch it (it requires a minimum effort, since all i have to do is turn on the TV to VH1 and it’s most likely airing). when i heard that the 2nd season of A Shot At Love with Tila Tequila was going to air, i felt a similar ambivalence. there could’ve been no more Tila Tequila on MTV and my life would’ve gone on the same. boy, was I wrong!!!!!! this season is just as great as ever. i happened to be watching TV while folding laundry, and flipped on to the season premiere, and within 20 seconds i was in love again. the outrageousness, the self-aware trashiness is irresistible. want evidence? on tonight’s episode, in addition to wonderful gratuitous shots of a woman crying over how she just wants to fall in love with tila, there was some marvelous editing where as Tila makes out with some dude, in the background you hear “Heaven isn’t too far away…….” from the Warrant classic, Heaven (since i, the pop culture goddess, has difficulty differentiating between Warrant and Poison, is this a crafty cross network product placement, subliminally reminding viewers to watch reruns of Rock of Love?). regardless, a shot of love with tila tequila is the ambrosia breathing life to my cold, jaded media studies nerdiness.

they’ve made a new broadway musical out of the John Waters classic, “Cry-Baby”. when i was 11 i bought cry-baby and watched it obsessively, having my first taste of what would become a life long thirst for Johnny Depp. things i love: john waters, cry-baby the film, musicals, the musical version of hairspray. wouldn’t that mean that I would have to love the new musical version of “Cry-Baby?” it’s one thing to make a musical version of a movie or play, like Little Shop of Horrors, or Hairspray, where it adding music creates a different dynamic for the story. but a new musical version of something that’s already a musical??? i’d be happy if they were taking the original songs from cry-baby and broadway-ifying them, but instead, it seems like they scrapped all of it and wrote a new set of songs. boo. 😦 the old songs were so great! it just seems like what the point? yeah, it’ll probably be fun and it’s still a different take on it, but it’s just like “what’s the point?” i think lately my seemingly limitless love of musicals are stumbling on some boundaries. i dunno……musical as a genre is something that i have always had to defend. lots of people think it’s incredibly inane and silly. now that there are broadway adaptations of legally blonde and xanadu, it’s inaneness upon inaneness, which is tough for me to say because i have an unusually high tolerance for the inane. i don’t know if i’m just being snobby or i’m glorifying some past point in musicals that seemed more original. that kind of thinking is false because forever musicals have been based on films, books, older plays, etc. so really me complaining about the lack of creativity now is me just shaking my old man cane.

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