Remember when I was on that episode of Extreme Cheapskates? Yeah I know, it was in 2014 and I don't expect you to. Yet for some reason, people still feel compelled to take the time out of their day to track me down on Facebook or YouTube and tell me what an awful human being they think I am.
If you weren't familiar, or have appropriately long since forgotten, during my bizarre segment on the show, the producer thought it would be entertaining to have me pretend to search obituaries for recently departed socialites with no surviving female heirs and then approach their families to ask if I could take the deceased's clothes and accessories off their hands. For the scene they'd hired an actor who was a comedian - in a previous version of my segment I was supposed to go to a comedy club on an open mike night and try to have a fashion show - and the two of us didn't seem to understand how the producer wanted us to play the scene. I started by saying I offered a service to help with estate sales, and the actor playing the son kept throwing out ridiculous lines about how he and his mom used to slide down the banister and dance in the living room á la Risky Business. After many, many, takes, we finally managed to put forth enough material that the producer could use to construct the scene in her vision - which apparently was to make me seem like someone praying on innocent families, snatching up vintage Prada.
Let's not even pretend to consider the logistics of me actually doing this successfully. But that is the magic of reality tv. It's on your screen, and you take it at face value. I feel like the most compelling argument for this is that when the show premiered and my friends and family came over to watch it, they knew full well that 99% of the show was fabricated. Yet when the next segment started, a man was depicted to use mouth wash then spit it back into the bottle. Everyone cringed and said they couldn't believe someone would be so gross. I looked at them and said, yeah, well he's probably not.
There is one more bone I have to pick with my haters, why contact me through Facebook or YouTube? Why not come to my actual blog? I need the traffic!
Anyway, thanks for listening to my rant! This week was wasn't too bad - nice weather, which involved sitting on the deck devouring a couple books, Before The World Opened by C. Fardoe and First Comes Love by Emily Giffin; a fun blogger dinner on Wednesday, and a relaxing weekend to look forward to.
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