What's Up With... Wednesdays: What's Up With BRAVO?

Here at SOTSB we're introducing a new weekly segment called "What's Up With... Wednesdays" where blogmate Alison and I will use the day's blog to ask the all too important question "what's up with..[insert ridiculous person/place/thing here]?" For example, WUWW could be "what's up with Nick Cage?", "what's up with baseball?", " or "what's up with blowjobs?". Get it? Not that hard.

However, since I've been feeling like butt the past few days and quite possibly have come down with a raging case of Swine Flu the day before I was supposed to take a much needed VayKay/get out of Philly/Get over the Turtle trip to D.C. to see college roomie Stevo, this week's segment might be a bit shorter than usual. BUT, don't worry, once I'm feeling better and chipper as usual, y'all will get your full daily dose of WUWW.

So, for this week's WUWW I bring you, "What's up with BRAVO?"

Don't get me wrong, I love me some Top Chef and Real Housewives and Kathy Griffin and Million Dollar Listing, but the other day while checking the schedule for Bravo I came across their About Us page and was ASTOUNDED to read this:

With more breakout stars and critically acclaimed original series than any other network on cable, Bravo's original programming — from hot cuisine to haute couture — delivers the best in food, fashion, beauty, design and pop culture to the most engaged, upscale and educated audience in cable.

Really, Bravo? "the most engaged, upscale and educated audience in cable"? I mean, maybe viewership statistics support this, but is that really something I'd want to know? I mean the most educated audience on television is watching the trash that is the Real Housewives of Atlanta? or the douchiness that is Million Dollar Listing? Is that really what the most ENGAGED and UPSCALE audience in television is watching? And if it is, what does that say about us?

I mean I LOVE all those shows, but is Obama watching these? Is Andersen Cooper? Are the most engaged, upscale, and educated people in this country really tuning into Bravo? I hope not. Or maybe I do. Kathy Griffin is pretty fuckin' hilarious.

oh, just another post about sex.

As hard as I tried to come up with something creative, interesting and (even a little) original to blog about, I am stuck on the one and only topic that seems to be on everyone's mind, all the time: sex. Now, before I come off as some sort of sex obsessive, let me explain.

I am bombarded by it all the time. No, no, not men simply throwing themselves at me and pleading for it (which obviously is a UGE problem for me), but it's just about all I talk about, read about, and yes, (how embarassing) think about. But it's not just sex - that's what it boils down to - but sexual relationships in general. Why are they so complicated? And so frustrating? And worst of all, so fucking addicitive?

A couple friends and I went out to dinner last night, and entered our latest round of I-hate-guys-but-love-them-oh-so-much after a day of consulting and complaining with my co-workers about their love dilemmas. L is seeing some great guy she's been into for 6 months, and now that he's pursuing her, she feels "overwhelmed" by it all and needs to work on her "own timeline." M continues to hook up with a loser, who we'll refer to as Pukey, even though he's stood her up, disappears for weeks at a time, and definitely has a drinking problem and/or personality disorder (my diagnosis, but a valid one). As much as I see M's flaw in continuing to see Pukey, I cringe to admit - I used to do the same exact thing.

My friend from college, Rebs, now living in Israel (she followed her boyfriend there, broke up with him, and now is onto the next) passed along her newest "time waster" for me to indulge in: New York Mag's Sex Diaries, which I've spent the past 3 hours reading. If you haven't done it yet - DO IT. While spending 3 hours reading about the tawdry details of strangers sex lives may seem another factor in my fascination with sex, it also confirmed for me what I've been saying all along: everyone is obsessed with it.

But it wasn't always this way. It's our technological status that's made us this way. I don't claim that past generations weren't equally fascinated by sex, it's just that... they were less accessible to it. As my friends confirmed for me last night, their "relationships" with the guys they're seeing would be non-existent without text messages or email. Bye bye booty call. And I'm not playing innocent here, either; I've definitely sent the 2AMer one too many times, only to erase it the next morning as if the blatant sexual invite never happened (that gets erased on the receiver's phone, too, right?) What about the days of liking someone, and making plans, and dating, and saying goodnight and meaning it? Somehow I imagine everyone I know (myself included) would have far less trouble if everything went back to the days of landlines and you went home with someone directly after seeing them.

And then the oh-so-innocent-but-so-annoying contact. I have yet another first date to go on tonight (will I EVER like someone?) and this dude will not stop texting me. Last guy I liked, similar to Pukey, could never contact me enough. This guy texts me one more time, and I'm gonna have to cancel. The texts of desperation do not a desirable date make.

I'm not sure where all this leaves us - don't ever send another drunk text (impossible) or ignore those annoying texts (who's not passing up a free dinner? THIS GIRL). In the wise words of my particularly man-hating friend: do whatever the fuck you want, because in the end, you're fucked either way.

Why am I sexually attracted to reptiles?

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We are not making fun of the disabled

Just wanted to make that clear. Which brings up why we titled our blog "Stuck on the Short Bus" in the first place. That's where Al and I met. On the short bus to the school we went to together since like 6th grade.

And just to make another point clear, neither I nor Alison are retar-, I mean disabled. Unless you count being Gay or Jewish. Which you totally could. Just sayin'.

Anyway, SOTSB will bring you the absolutely hilarious adventures of two 20-somethings as we meander through our own miserable, pathetic existences in search of godknowswhat. Mmmmmk?

too lazy for a documentary... so we blog.

On the quest to further our creative development (and share a little piece of ourselves with the rest of the world), Mason and I hit a few roadblocks. Careers, school, a "break up," if you will, when I left Philly for the Big Apple. We attempted to make a documentary, which lasted for about 12 minutes when I became camera shy and we realized we couldn't get the cool "outsider" perspective we were going for (since we were the only 2 shooting. ever.)

Our biggest issue: laziness. Plain and simple. Me and Mase can't focus on any one project for too long, and even if we could, we'd be too damn lazy to follow it through.

So here we are. We both sit in front of our computers all day, so we have no excuses left. The juices are flowing, no physical effort necessary, and... we're hilarious. If we give up on this one, we really are the big dumb animals we've so long suspected we might be.