Monthly Archives: September 2008

From G’s to Gents Season 1,Episode 3—Play or Be Played

Air date: 07/29/2008

This week on From G’s to Gents: the editors fuck up and show a preview of a future ep where the guys all learn how to talk to women. Some girl talks about wanting to do body shots off of Stan’s chest, so apparantly they learn how to be gentleman to girls who get a little slutty at parties. Ahem. So, due to this eff up, we know going into the ep that Cee, Stan, Creepa and Kesan will be staying. Which totally ruins all the tension in this ep about Kesan trying to run out on the show.

I forgot to tell you guys in the first episode recap that I’m friends with one of Pretty Ricky’s cousins. So I only have two degrees of seperation from the white glove.

Let’s get to the actual episode they played. Start out with shots of tattoos, dogs, grafitti, shots of LA, the sun setting, G mansion. The G’s sit around and gossip about Kesan like a bunch of girls. They think Bentley doesn’t see who Kesan really is. Kesan stands on the balcony and listens to them, then pipes up. “What the hell you talkin’ about?” Hollering ensues, but Kesan doesn’t take the bait and goes back into his room.

What appears to be the next day, J Boogie sits around being boring, while Shotta voices over that he thinks J Boogie is a “gangsta who hangs around other gangstas, but is not really a gangsta.” JB interviews that he’s a pretty boy but will snap at you if you come at him the wrong way. Foreshadowing much? I think reality show editing must be pretty much like Paint by Numbers these days. I remember when competitive reality was actually interesting. Or even cheesy goodness like Paradise Island or Kept. Continue reading

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Pop Culture Moments from My Adolescence

In my last entry, I talked to you about being an 80s child. But I also see myself as a 90s child as well, and if there were ever a Wonder Years type show based on my coming of age years, the soundtrack would be filled with New Jack Swing from the early 90s. So I’ll be posting videos on occasion that take me back to a simpler time, like those days in junior high when I had a crush on Rostell, the guy who wore all his pants backwards to be like Kriss Kross. ‘Member that? He hung onto that trend way longer than he should have too.

Here’s the first video. Ah, Monday nights at 730 in 7th grade—-were spent rapping along to the theme song to this show.


MTV is so over.

Once upon a time, you could sit and watch MTV for hours and actually be entertained. I grew up in the 80s and early 90s, and MTV was actually relevant back then. Trend setting. The VMAs was a show you HAD to watch. Anyone who didn’t have MTV at school was given strange looks. During summer vacation and spring break, it was okay if you didn’t have a life because you could park yourself on the couch and watch Club MTV, House of Style, Liquid Television, Remote Control, Yo! MTV Raps. Or even shit you don’t really want to admit to watching anymore, like Singled Out. I watched that every day. Admit it, you just watched that and felt all melancholy. It’s okay, so did I. Back in the day, you could spend your whole spring break watching MTV’s Spring Break. And back then, people on The Real World were actually interesting, and not especially cute. The roomies weren’t all trying to sleep with each other. What about Sex in the 90s? Um, awesome, that’s what that was. And what the hell ever happened to The Week in Rock? Kurt Loder might be ancient now, but dude knew his shit. And he wasn’t an ass kisser either, which I enjoyed.

As you might guess, this week’s VMAs inspired this post. The VMAs were once The Show to Watch. Remember when Prince had his ass hanging out? Remember the Madonna/Courtney Love awkwardness? Shit, remember when Madonna performed Vogue? And I’m not going to completely hate on the 2000s. There were choice moments, like when Triumph the Insult Comic Dog pissed off Jennifer Lopez, and MTV was terrified that she would never appear on the network again so they cut that part out of the rebroadcast. Good stuff. When did Rose McGowan show up in that see-thru dress? Now, MTV can’t think of any better way to get ratings, so they have Britney Spears open the show with some terrible acting and try to pretend it’s 2001 again. Yeah, last year’s show was fun for a few minutes when Britbot gave that horrendous performance of “Gimme More”, bad weave and all. Paula Abdul’s career never recovered after performing “Vibeology” at an awards show—-the same should have happened to Britney. But no, MTV no longer has anything interesting to offer(proven by all those Date My Mom marathons—people actually enjoy that show?), so they bribe Britney with a few moon men to get her to come and “redeem” herself. She shows up, looks mentally challenged during a skit with Superbad guy(who I’m sick of by now), badly feigns surprise when she accepts her awards(for a video I’ve never even heard of), and this somehow makes it the Comeback of the Year!!!!1 I bet you ten bucks Larry Rudolph whispered into her ear “Don’t say ‘I’m speechless’ again in this speech. You already did it the first two times” right before she headed up to scoop up the Video of the Year award. Yeah, Video of the Year. For that Piece of Shit Me song. Why can’t we just let Britney continue being the joke she is, and stop giving her chance after chance? Let her run around town with period stained panties and a bad English accent, feeding her kids Cheetos and Sunkist soda. But her music career? Over. Just like MTV is. Want me to start watching again? Air a weekend marathon of the first five seasons of The Real World, or even just RW:Miami. Nothing beats Flora breaking the window as she tries to watch Mike have sex in the bathroom.
The Day a Career Should Have Finally Died:

And look—it’s not that I’m some Britney hater. Her Britney CD is on my computer, and somewhere I’ve got a single of From the Bottom of My Broken Heart. I’ve danced to I’m a Slave for You in the clubs. But some people get their time in the limelight, and then it fades.


Jam of the Day

This remains one of my most played CDs. I’d like to star in a movie that’s set in the early 90s so I can dress like this again…


From G’s to Gents: Season 1-Episode 2 —From G to GQ

Air date: 07/22/08

Just a note— I realize I am way behind with the recaps. I’m on ep 2 and ep 8 aired last night. I got a decent response to ep 1 and am going to try to bust these next 7 out as fast as I can to catch up.

Last week on the show…the guys are told they’re competing for 100k, they get their blazers, Pretty Ricky tells Fonzworth that he can go to the bathroom on his own(it didn’t make sense then either), The Truth argues with E6 and his fine ass, Pretty Ricky pees by a wall like he’s Mini Me or somebody, they have a Chapter meeting, the guys say that Creepa is intimidating (foreshadowing, anyone?), PeePee Ricky and The False[TM E6] are sent home.

This time I paid a little more attention to the opening credits. The song is pretty lame, and some of the lyrics that I bothered to catch said something about “repping my hood” and “transform my gangsta”.
Shots of LA, the Beverly Hills sign, the G’s house. The G’s wake up and make their bed while some talking head interviews discuss the elimination the night before. Creepa apparently slept in his blazer. Yuck. I hope that butler dude gets those dry cleaned. Creepa wants to talk about getting one black ball at elimination. (subtitled)”Whoever think they can play some **** chess right now, will get their ass spanked.” I’d like to note that the editors are slightly wrong with that—Creepa said “they”, not “their”. It’s G’s talking here! Throw all you know about grammar out the window.
Creepa and then Kesan bang on the bathroom door because D-Boy is taking too long. Kesan hits the door with a belt, then says “I’m going to fuck your mother, dog”. Bring grammar back for a second—that comma is very important in that sentence or we head into a whole different meaning. Then Kesan struts around and kicks what I guess was underwear, because then he calls outs “Briefs!” In a talking head, he tells us he has a history of violence. He and D-Boy talk shit back and forth. You’ve seen a few reality shows, right? Good, so you should know that that arguement will come into play later in the ep.

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Heller…

Heller. Let’s get this first[or second,actually] post out of the way.

What can you expect from this blog? Completely random show recaps, pop culture commentary, perhaps a bit of celebrity gossip, me bitching about various things(like taking the bus), daily observations, and when I get some actual money, frequent pics and video blogs.

“Blue-eyed soul” singers are white artists who’ve got that flava you don’t usually expect. I like to think I’ve got some flava, and yet I still can’t do the tootsie roll(okay, I do it in the privacy of my own home, but never in public) and I do a lot of things they talk about on Stuff White People Like. We’ll talk a little about that here too. I watched the new 90210 last night just to see Kelly Taylor again and I’m dying to know who her baby daddy is, so that’s my whiteness creeping out. I really want to go see NKOTB in concert too. So, more whiteness.

Soooo….I hope you’re amused enough to stop by on a regular basis.


From G’s to Gents: Season 1,Episode 1—Geez Whiz

Air date: 7/15/08

The world of competitive reality shows is a lucrative one. You’ve seen The Bachelor, Flavor of Love, The Bachelorette, Rock of Love, I Love New York and Charm School. Think producers would be all tapped out of ideas by now? Of course not! Charm School did well, so how ’bout the male version? MTV and Jamie Foxx bring you From G’s to Gents. Is it supposed to be G’s or Gs? I’m using G’s in my recap because that’s what the show’s title has it as.

 We start out with the first of many Reality Show Basics: The pimped out mansion. A narrator tells us: “Outside this prestigious L.A. gentleman’s club, 14 young G’s have gathered because they all share a desire to change.”

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