
Last week on Australian TV, the finale of True Beauty went to air. (I believe this race was run and won in February in the U.S) But this became the talk of Twitter on a Thursday night. It was television watching that could replace comfort eating. It was comfort watching. Bad for you but it feels so right! The premise of the TV show were that ten contestants who thought they were going to be honoured with a ‘True Beauty’ trophy or honour – were actually going to be tested on outer and inner beauty, via hidden challenges in order to show the judges if they were also beautiful on the inside.
Pageant contestant, and queen of the oh-so-faux (or is it?) smile Julia Anderson won. The judges commented that she was under the radar, and nobody ever saw her coming on the show. Well of course not. She was nice. She always passed the challenges. She was decent, honest, charitable, compassionate. In TV terms that equates to ‘boring’. She wasn’t 100% perfect, and she still had some bitchy things to say about some contestants, but nowhere near on the scale of the other contestants – far more memorable because of how nasty, how vain, or how mean they were to even little kids.
Ray, who was my eye candy favourite in one challenge ignored a portly child sitting on his own, instead preferring to sit with the ‘cool kids’ and upon the loner kid walking away said ‘That kid’s going to grow up to be a sniper’. Shocking. But it was a scene that you couldn’t turn away from! The other kids at the table (actors) were offended. The judges were shocked.. and inevitably, Ray got booted with that particular comment served up to him after asking him ‘Do you think you’re a truly beautiful person?’
What does that say about just what keeps us entertained? Or how the winner of a TV show may not actually be that memorable? It just goes to show that being a villain or villainess may be a better option if you want more than 15 minutes of fame (though the picture above was published in People magazine’s Most Beautiful People issue as part of the prize). Just look at Heidi Montag. Look at Kristin Cavallari. They get invited out SO often because publicity is what they’ll get. Perez Hilton. Look at him. Surely he only has so many acquaintances because celebrities are far too afraid of incurring a child-like drawn on penis on a photo of them splashed across his website. Ah, fame.
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