So I must admit that I have become addicted to Bravo reality shows. I used to just watch them sporadically. But since residency started last year, they have become a really nice way to zone out at the end of a long day. Besides, who wants to do something like read about fetal cardiac malformations when you could watch unsuspecting wealthy people from around the country be made into complete caricatures on national television?
Tonight was the first episode of "Miami Social," Bravo's latest installment in their showcase of urban high life vapidity that is immune to the poor economy. This show, with its constant parties, clubs, dating drama, and sex talk, really took the cake for shallowness. It made the various "Real Housewives" series, that addressed some "real" topics like drug addiction, cancer, and parenting amidst the superficial drama, look downright deep. I should probably stop now while I am disgusted and not get roped in. But somehow I have this awful feeling that next Tuesday night, when given the choice of reading a pathology book or TV, "Miami Social" will win. I'll leave you with a few choice words of wisdom from the crew:
Oh my god! I look so good in this reflection.
Never break your shoes over a man.
When people are in love, they get fat.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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HAHA. If only I could wake up every morning with vain enthusiasm about my reflection. damn. I wanted to comment on the whole deaths in july thing. Ive been going to infectious disease daily conference and the attendings have an ongoing bet as to which resident will strike first in July. Hows that to boost a residents confidence? Then they have an entire conference devoted to avoiding death in july. hmm scary.
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