Aye there Buddies,
It's been another week of intense Catting. And by Catting I mean dancing my fanny off. I'm having a blast. I am so grateful to be part of such a dedicated, talented, hysterical cast this summer. I am also grateful for the icy-hot patches I have applied to my hamstrings for the weekend. I really should just get garbage bag pants.
With all my (not so) abundant free time I have this summer, I've found plenty of ways to bide my time until work starts. All of them, things I make fun of other people for. So I've decided to shame myself publicly.
Additionally, I'm gonna apologize for length here. I usually try to keep it short, sweet, and edited. But this is the list of stuff I'm so stuck on, I could probably give a 3 hour speech on each topic. I've organized it pretty nicely though I think. So take what you will.
Without further ado (is that how you spell that? I never know), allow me to present: My list of stuff that I love. Without Shame.
1. TLC Shows. Is it shameful? Yes. Can I literally feel my brain cells dying at every commercial break? Yes. This one is so unjustifiably good, it needs some sub-titles.
1A. Toddlers and Tiaras: Sickening? Cringe worthy? Kiddie Porn? Probably. 'nuff said.
1B. Sister Wives: I have never given polygamy much thought. But I think this is a workable system. I'm sure this show isn't the best representation of the polygamist community at large, but it looks like it works for them. I could never do it. But it's given me a new controversial issue to think about and pick your (collective) brains about. Mission accomplished.
1C. The Virgin Diaries: They only made 1 episode. And that is a shame. Feelin' crappy about your love life? There isn't a better downward comparison out there. I promise.
1D. Dance Moms: Like Toddlers and Tiaras. Only the kids are better dancers than me. Which inspires me to go on crash diets and stretch a lot. No harm done.
1E. All of the Wedding shows: Despite my vocal opposition to gender roles and feminism that boarders on philosophically extreme, I will have a classy wedding if it kills me. And I'm doing it for under $5,000. Mark my words.
2. "Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number. Call Me Maybe." I know it's a pop-y, overplayed, poorly written song. And I don't care. It's like my foot starts tapping before my brain can tell it to stop. There are few things better in this world that boppin' down the highway belting this bad boy out the car window.
3. Skins. This wouldn't be embarrassing if I hadn't watched seasons 3 and 4 a total of 5 times this summer. But I have. I'm sure the third gen is great, and the first gen was pretty solid, but this second one has engulfed all of my attention. Here's why:
3A. The parallels between Effie and Freddy's relationship and Hamlet. And how they point it out a season in advance. And how I just noticed it last night. Mind, blown.
3B. Naomily. No words. And my roommate Emily's analysis of the writing :) "Can we just sit here for a while. Yeah, for a while." God it's well done.
3C. Their accents.
3D. Pandora. "What do I want, surfing and turfing, when do I want it, now." Also, she doesn't look like a model. And she's so quirky. Again, well done.
3F. How the music changes each episode to fit the character.
3G. (Maybe Skins just deserves its own blog. Soon. I have some ends to tie up. Later this summer friends.) Ok, I love Cook's character as well. He's such an asshole. And this show made me care about him. Mission accomplished.
4. Cats. I have some explaining to do. When I first watched it on youtube, I bailed halfway through the second act for lack of plot. But after having to work on it, I'm hooked. This show has a CRAZY fan base. And cult fans are the best. These people have written thousands of descriptions for each cat's individual personality. I had just clumped them into a vague "grown adults pretending to be cats" category. Wrong. This show captures the crazy cat person's love of each cat as an individual. Seriously though, there's the fat cat song, the mischievous cat, kittens. An unexpected orgy. A series of cute, personal poems set to music. Clever. Original. Appreciated. I think I'm reading too much into this, and I think I'm becoming a super fan. And I will flaunt that. Cat's might have it's own blog entry too.
Well I think that basically covers the bases of "stuff we can't get Kaitlyn to shut up about this summer." At worst, my list of interests will make your list of interests look phenomenally intelligent. At best, you love all the shameful things I love and we can geek out about it together. Give me a call. Seriously though. Because I hold you captive and force you to watch seasons 3 and 4 of Skins in one sitting. Don't think I won't.
All of the love,
Kaitlyn
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