The breaking news in the world of "entertainment" last night was that Snooki got arrested.
I guess it's the old story, so often told in America. A short, zaftig 22-year old party girl lands a spot on a ''reality" show on MTV that purports to depict life at the Jersey
I guess there is some appeal to the woman, although it's lost on me. Plenty of people seem to like her and the rest of the people on her show - J-Wowwwwwww and Angelina "Jolie" Pivarnick (who got thrown out of the beach house wherein dwell these citizens because she did not work her shift at the t-shirt shop), Michael Sorrentino, a man who refers to himself as "The Situation" - really, Paul "DJ Pauly D" DelVecchio, Sammy "Sweetheart" Giancola, who calls herself "the sweetest bitch you'll ever meet," and new guy Vinny Guadagnino, a college graduate who plans to go to law school "if acting (sic) doesn't work out."
Heavenly Father, I humbly beseech thee, please let acting work out for Vinny Guadagnino.
Notice that all the shows on Broadway are revivals, which is the show biz term for re-doing old stuff because no one is writing new stuff. Movies, tv shows, nothing is new. Reality shows show nothing like the reality that any of us enjoy. And as bad as things get, even as oil ruins the Gulf and political incompatibility leads to fractiousness from coast to coast, as the war rages on and the rage is almost worn out, at least we still have Snooki around whom to rally, right?
Meanwhile, The Public Figure Formerly Known As Nicole Polizzi, or Snooki, to you viewers, is in police custody as of late last night for looking like this in public:
Justice, don't be slow. Her 15 minutes have to be up by now, right?