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Last week, I posted my first ever twitterview with Jann Arden. Well a couple of days ago, the national post picked it up and you can read it (again?) here! Jann’s awesome so if you are on twitter you should totally start following her.
A better read just got better.
Make sure you check out The NP’s The Ampersand all Sunday evening where I’ll be live blogging for the major national newspaper.
I’ll be the only blogger backstage at the Juno’s so it’s going to be a blast!
Plus I’ll be twittering all over the place.
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I’ve always said, if The Hills would just admit it was scripted, the writers would be hailed for their continuous plot twists and dramatic dialogue, “I want to forgive you and I want to forget you.” You can’t make that stuff up! Instead the show keeps on pretending that it is still “real”, while their writers are probably locked up in the deepest of MTV basements (right beside old footage of Next and the third season of Laguna Beach).
In a few short weeks we will be treated to the first of probably many The Hills spin-offs. Whitney’s The City already looks as fake as the original, which probably means I’ll love it even more. So with Whitney leaving, Audrina going on Ellen and saying she is done with Lauren (see video below) and Heidi and Spencer still pretending they are relevant, could the end of The Hills be far away? Until that sad day finally happens, here are three ways they can save this once shining star of the MTV family.
1. Show us what Lauren’s life is really like. The basic concept of the Laguna Beach spinoff was to show Lauren moving and trying to find success in Los Angeles. Now that Lauren is a house-hold name and is on the cover of magazines, the producers are still trying to convince she is just a student at fashion school. The jig is up, we all know Lauren is famous. So show us that! Show her reading and reacting to all the gossip about her, show her getting ready for her David Letterman interview. Hell even show us Lauren reading The Hills script. If we are going to watch a show about Lauren’s life, show us what it is really like!
2. No more Speidi! You know how Lauren hates Spencer and Heidi? Yeah, we do too. At first it was interesting to watch the breakdown of Lauren and Heidi’s friendship thanks to the ever annoying Spencer. But that was three years ago and with Lauren unwilling to actually forgive past betrayals, this story line is as dead as Spencer and Brody’s bro-mance. If MTV loves them so much, then why don’t they spin Speidi off onto their own show. But having them constantly show up and raining on Lauren’s parade gets depressing. And the fact that I’m writing this much about The Hills is depressing enough.
3. Cast Lauren some new friends. As Lauren is quickly learning, as you grow up, you sometimes also out-grow your old friends and start to get new ones. So where are the new ones? Lauren has lived in LA for three years now and her only friends are her old neighbor (who is no longer her neighbor) and her co-worker (who is no longer her co-worker). Now that she has a dog, why not meet some people at the dog park? How about a classmate not related to Spencer? If the Hills is going to continue on, it needs some new blood to inject something different into Lauren’s stagnant story lines….i mean life. I meant LIFE.
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Imagine for a second that you are Woody Allen. You aren’t much to look at, sometimes probably even mistake you for a homeless person. You make some AMAZING (Annie Hall, Manhattan, Match Point) movies. You make other ones that are pretty weird (actually I’m not going to reference any for fear of wrath incurred by Woody Allen fans). Oh and lets not forget you also had a child with your adopted daughter, while you were married to someone else (Mia Farrow, no less!)
Also take a second to pretend that you were still somehow one of the most respected writer/directors in all the land of Holly. People would kill a Culkin, a Breslin or a Lohan just to be an extra in one of your movies.
Now imagine that you get this weird idea for a movie. Basically you decide that it stars one hot Spanish actor (Javier Bardem) and three of Hollywood’s sexiest starlets (Scarlett Johansson, Patricia Clarkson and movie-killer Penelope Cruz). The movie you want to direct is going to be filmed in Spain, one of the sexiest locals in all of the world. You then decide that the entire movie will seemingly revolve around threesomes and maybe one or two foursomes. You don’t really have a reason for making this movie besides the fact that you want to see all these actors do it while you sit there and film it. What if all this happened and people still adored you because they don’t think you are creepy at all, solely because you are Woody Allen and since we loved you after making babies with your daughter, why wouldn’t we adore you for making a movie only about orgies?
What if the movie was called Vicky Cristina Barcelona and it was going to be released August 15th? If ALL of that were to happen: Would you judge me for being the first in line to see it?
>Now available on The National Post’s The Ampersand
Dear BeautifulPeople.net,
Hi. How are you? I’m not going to lie, this letter is hard for me to write. It’s been over a week since you and your members rejected me from joining your site. At first, I told people I was fine. I relied on the saying that if you didn’t want to be friends with me, then why do I want to be friends with you in the first place. I truly believed that I was better than you site. I believed that no matter what your so called beautiful people had to say, I didn’t care, because I knew (and so did my mom) that while I may not be beautiful on the outside, I sure am on the inside.
Well that was last week.
Look, screw what I said before. I want in. I want in so so so bad. I want to hang out with people that are beautiful. I too want to be one of those people that spend hours in the bathroom just to go to the Starbucks down the street. I want to be judged based solely on my looks. I don’t want people to ask me what University did I graduate from, instead I want them to wonder where I bought my expensive looking shirt (shh…it’s H&M) and wonder what kind of car I drive (The Saturn is just until my Benz gets out of the shop).
I know some people are turned off by the $25 a month charge to join but I am not one of them. It’s so annoying being on Facebook with the common folk who buy their soap at pharmacies and don’t already own the Iphone. That monthly charge is obviously an investment. An investment toward the ultimate happiness: a life full of beautiful, wealthy and well-dressed people. And if that is not what life is really about, then I don’t want to live.
Look. I know you can’t let me in. The people have decided and now I have to settle on a life of mediocrity and fast food. But, I just wanted to say that miss you, I miss you even though I never had you. And I hope that someday, you might reconsider. You might give me a call or give me a friendly
while we pass each other on the world wide web. I know this might be hard to believe but I do wish you all the best. Although it didn’t work out between us, I’ll always have the memories of being deemed ugly by some of Canada’s most beautiful and their ain’t nothing wrong with that.
Love,
Michael
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Ever since Facebook entered the mainstream last year our lives have never been the same. Work productivity is down, vampire and zombie bites are way up, long lost friends have been discovered and embarrassing relationship ruining pictures have been tagged.
Needless to say we have put up with a lot. But this past Sunday Facebook and Post Secret took a step towards the giant poke that might end it all. The creators and administrators of the popular Post Secret community have decided to create a Fan Page on Facebook and share even more secrets by posting the postcards as images. The problem with this? Now thousands of people can leave their comments about the secrets for the entire world to see. And you don’t have to be a Degrassi fan to know how dangerous (and annoying) that can be.
It’s really a marriage that really makes no sense. Facebook is all about breaking down those walls we like to call “privacy”. Hours are wasted snooping through others people’s lives. We know about their trips, their friends, their favorite TV shows even though most of the time we don’t them. Post Secret on the other is all about your secret identity. Every Sunday morning, thousands of people go to the Post Secret website to laugh, cry, and gasp at the secrets of the brave strangers that submit the Post Cards that often reveal their deepest darkest secrets.
There is no doubt that Post Secret is a powerful forum for people to express themselves. However now that people’s secrets are exposed for anyone to comment on, I can’t help but feel that this changes the social experiment completely. Not to mention the fact that people’s Facebook comments are always annoying anyway. Did I really need to know that Justin Cole (Clemson network) hasn’t had sex in a year? I feel awkward knowing that Sarah Vosdale from Hartford is afraid to let people know the real her and that she hates the identity she does show. Am I supposed to care that Heather McKee Parker from St. Catherine/Niagra couldn’t laugh after her BF left her? Okay maybe I should, but I got enough problems on my own, I don’t need to start worrying about complete strangers.
The other problem with this Facebook Fan Page for Post Secret is that often the post cards have pictures of different people. By using Facebook and navigating the comments it doesn’t take Veronica Mars to figure out whose secret has just been spilt. Not to mention the embarrassment if the secret that everyone is now seeing was about you! Wouldn’t that be awkward to see your baby picture with the caption: “I switched them at birth. I wanted him to have blue eyes”. It would certainly make for an interesting Christmas dinner or one hell of a Facebook status “Michael is starting to realize it all makes sense!!”
I fully support the Post Secret Fan Page. I think it’s a social experiment that really can change lives or at the very least show teenagers that not being cool in high school is not the end of the world. I do however have a problem with how hard it is to control Facebook and how quickly comments, rumors, lies and jokes can get out of control. The internet is relentless but it’s usually anonymous, let’s just hope that the nation’s psychiatrists, therapists and guidance counselors are ready for the onslaught.
***On a completely unrelated and absolutely selfish note, don’t forget to join Mike’s Bloggity Blog Blob Fan Page!***
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The last thing the world needs is another post about Miley Cyrus. After this one that is.
On my way to work this morning, Energy 101.5 played the next Miley single for her upcoming CD Breakout. The song is called 7 Days and the song tells the story of Miley reflecting on the her past relationships. When I first heard I thought to myself “oh great another song from this Disney star that just won’t go away. Then, when I got to my office and listened to the song a second, third and fourth time I became depressed. No, not because I’m sucker for a catchy tune, I’ve had to live with that addiction all my life. (“Hi, my name is Michael and I listen to crappy music.”)
What I became depressed was the state of 15 year olds. While everyone else will blame Grand Theft Auto IV, Judd Apatow and anything on The CW for forcing kids to grow up, I choose to blame the kid who still hasn’t grown up herself.
In the opening verse of 7 Days, Cyrus programs that she “gets so scared when I think about the previous relationship we shared.” Previous relationship? Who actually has relationships at 15 years old! Or like I always tell my nagging mother: “Who actually has relationships at 26″! The candy coated song goes on to talk about being in love, standing in the rain, making her love him, hypnotized induced kissing and a variety of things getting intertwined.
Since Miley is only 15 years old, I can only assume that Billy Ray is standing right beside her when she is doing all this kissing and intertwining. And while that may be the sort of thing they do in the Red States (and areas of Alberta), I still don’t think that her fans should be hearing and idolizing such actions. According to Degrassi: TNG, teenage girls got enough on their mind, now they have to worry about making out in the rain and falling in love all before they are allowed to go to a PG-13 movie (unless you are in Quebec)?
Look, I’m not stupid. I know kids nowadays know about things that I am still confused about. They are more aware of their surroundings and we can’t keep them kids forever. But what we can teach them is that we have to choose are role models carefully. Especially if they are related to Billy Ray Cyrus.
>So this might be one of the coolest things to happen to me in a while.
A couple of weeks ago, at the Junos, I might Mark Medley from the National Post. They also have a blog and starting today I’m going to be contributing to it from the Calgary perspective.
My first post went up today!
Ch-ch-check it out!
Don’t worry, I already went to McDonalds to celebrate!