I’m a big fan of comeuppance.
I think it’s from being an early fan of The Twilight Zone as well as being raised Catholic, a religion summed up with the phrase Just you wait, you’ll get yours.
And that is why I loved My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance. You see: I like seeing shallow, vaccuous assholes suffering. I loved seeing the bleach blond fake baked beeyatch being tortured by her ridiculously misbehaved faux fiance for a measley fortune. I like seeing people being tortured because they’re so greedy. Similarly, I’d enjoy seeing Kenneth Lay crawl through a big trough with his hands tied behind his back while picking up spare change with his teeth to pay his rent. But I can only dream.
And that is why I like My Big Fat Obnoxious Boss. I’d much rather watch star-whoring over-achievers aspire to some false notion of celebrity or award than the real thing. I have trouble watching The Apprentice – I become absolutely hypnotized by Donald Trump’s hair which seems to defy the laws of physics and the simple, finite rules of hair care. And I swear I hear, faintly in the background, a stylist in the corner, clutching AquaNet and rocking herself in trauma.
I think the word I’m looking for is cringe-worthy. Ron and I sat there and cringed through the whole episode. It’s not like The Swan where they are really slicing and dicing up women’s bodies – this is just slicing and dicing up their egos. The show makes your skin crawl as the fake boss totally sexually harrasses the women of the team – and, in a clever balance, have the men of the team similarly leered at by the boss’s right-hand man (a debonair and handsome David Jahn – Ron already has a crush on him).
Good God – am I going to get sucked into another TV show now? And this is all before 24 has even started!
I need to convert my old desktop into a MythTV box.
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