Dear kid in dining hall who boasts about “never watching TV”,
First of all you aren’t original
Second, you are seriously missing out on a bonding experience that could link you to the rest of us. Instead you have made yourself too cool and for that you are being shunned. This is Santa Cruz, not Hipster U.
And plus, I notice when we all make “that’s what she said” jokes and yell to each other “I’m on a boat” how you just awkwardly laugh along--not really knowing what we are talking about. Frankly, you are embarrassing yourself and would have a much better time if you would just watch the show with the rest of us--instead of saying that you “have to finish the book you just started by Thoreau, it’s getting so good right now!” No one is buying it. No one.
Third, stop assuming that all TV is equivalent to “Flavor of Love.” It isn’t. There are some excellent programs that don’t involve skanks pining for the love of a failing music star. Actually, there are some damn good shows that do. I watched Rock of Love Bus Tour. There I said it. And you know what, I bet when your roomie leaves for class every Tuesday at 11, you jump right onto the computer and watch re-runs of Tila Tequila. I bet you are so ashamed of this that you swear to yourself to never tell anyone you watch TV.
Bam! I just cracked the code that is your life. I’m like House.
I hope this inspires you to be yourself, the skank-bisexual-Asian-loving self.
You’re Welcome.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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