True to form, she filled out the app like she acts on the show: BANANAS!
I particularly liked the answer to the question DO YOU HAVE ANY CELEBRITY CRUSHES?
JWoww’s answer: FUCK THEM ALL.
Read on for more pithy gems from inside the remarkably legible mind of “business owner” and “Yoga enthusiast,” JWoww. She runs shit!
Tonight’s Bachelorette boldly goes where no Bachelorette has gone before. Except for last season and the season before that. The episode starts with Chris Harrison informing the Bachelors that they’ll be leaving the mansion forever and heading to where they filmed the Hangover 2. Yup, The Bachelorette is going to Thailand.
Once nestled into a cushy resort far away from the grit and grime, Constantine scores the first date card. Rainy weather ruins Ashley’s plan to jet out to a private island and get their Survivor on. Instead, they ditch the boat and head into town where they get matching Mike Tyson face tattoos.
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Oh snap. Way to go ABC! I sometimes underestimate them, but their ability to manipulate emotions is a revelation.
If you saw last’s night episode of The Bachelorette, it means you were able to stay away and not die of boredom. I wrote a review about it which I’ll post in a bit, but if you want to know THE MOST EXCITING OF THE ENTIRE SHOW… keep reading. I’ll tell ya.
In the teaser for next week’s show, Chris Harrison knocks on Ashley’s door and informs the wounded bird that her boy, Bentley is back. Not only is he back, he flew all the way to Thailand to see her and he’s in the same hotel right now!
You could see Ashley’s heart visibly pounding out of her less than endowed chest.
So, what does this mean? Is he coming back on the show? Did he just forget his hairbrush? What?!
I guess we’ll all just have to wait until next week.
As per usual, last night’s The Bachelorette did not disappoint. How could it when in the first 30 seconds you were promised flash mobs, freak-outs and fake tears?
Let’s start at the beginning. Bacherlorette Ashley takes Ben, a lawyer from “N’awlins,” to a dance studio where they learn a totally dumb dance. Pop quiz: How do you make an awkward first date even more awkward? Answer: Force your suitor to dance in the middle of a field with hundreds of people watching. Now, how do you make that into good TV? Turn it into a flash mob. That’s exactly what Ashley did. And yes, it was super lame.
The next day, the masked avenger, Jeff, finally reveals what’s under his utterly ridiculous mask. Is it a giant mole? A lazy eye? Nope, just an old guy, according to Ashley.
Oh, Ashley, what have you gotten yourself into? In the first 30 seconds of last night’s The Bachelorette, we see Ashley possibly getting married to one guy in Vegas while seeing another guy admit he has zero interest in his Bachelorette—other than in her tight butt.
I missed last week’s episode, so it was nice to see a mansion swarming with reasonably attractive guys. Most are hot, one is weird. The weird one, mind you, is intentionally being a douche by wearing an Eyes Wide Shut mask to cover his mug so Ashley can get to know the real him before she sees what he looks like. If he really wanted her to get to know the real him, he should be wearing an “I’m With Stupid” T-shirt.
Jersey Shore is the reason people hate America. After last night’s episode I wanted to join a nunnery and wash MY mouth out with soap.
I seriously hate watching this show. It really makes me dumb and irrationally angry. Kinda like JWoww.
Here’s a recap so you don’t have to suffer through it:
Why does every episode of “The Bachelor” have the most dramatic rose ceremony ever?
Unless someone poops on the floor ala “Flava of Love,” the most dramatic things happening at these rose ceremonies are the number of times the camera cuts back and forth between Jake and his harem’s stressed out faces. I’m surprised no one has turned that into a drinking game yet.
I know I said I wasn’t going to wax on, wax off about reality shows, but since I am completely addicted to “The Bachelor” and I did help cast one season, I just had to share my thoughts.
Over the course of my single life in LA, I declared more than once that I was either cursed or cockblocked by the Universe.
Working in reality TV didn’t help.
The kookiest guy I ever saw walk through the “Blind Date” office was a guy who looked like Uncle Fester. And when I say looked like – I mean, he LOOKED like Uncle Fester. Bald head, black floor length gown and when he put a light bulb in his mouth, which he carried on him at all times, it lit up.
What some people will do for a shot of fame. Then I thought – hey wait a minute, maybe he has just as much trouble finding a girl as I do a guy. Who was I to judge? I did everything I could to find a guy in LA and I came up empty… maybe Blind Date was Uncle Fester’s last resort.
I found comfort in knowing that. Is that totally pathetic?
My job at Blind Date was and will always be the best casting gig I have ever had. I loved the people I work with – five of them came to wedding years later -, I love the hours (10a a., – 3 p.m. daily!), and I have a major soft spot in my heart for Roger Lodge.
Overcome by nostalgia, I looked at some old emails while working at Blind Date. I have to say this, when you’ve been removed from something for long enough, you tend to view things through rose colored glasses. Yes, it was a super fun job, but some days I just couldn’t believe the kinds of people I had to cast for the show
Here are some of my most memorable casting notices I posted on MySpace. Which one would YOU answer?!
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