Thursday, April 17, 2008
WorkOut's Jackie Warner Fails to Work Out
If you're interested in watching affectation at its best and a hub of stereotypes covered in LA-styled everything, watch Bravo's Workout.
First off, the reason why I'm blogging about this is because of this NY Times article about it. In the words of my good friend, Joanna, the poet, 'yee gads!'
The article, like the show itself, reeks of stereotypes which I suppose, is what makes it bearable to read. The only decent line in it states: "WorkOut's Jackie Warner Fails to Work Out."
Friends of mine encouraged me to watch the show's premiere. I did. I have yet to waste a precious hour the way I did Tuesday night at 10:00 ET.
Not only did the show not entertain or give me tips about working out (as, well, it purports to be a show about working out, after all, or so I was led to believe...), but I have yet to feel more guilty about time management, or should I say mismanagement.
The star of the show is Jackie Warner. Warner seems to be fully enamored with her own image. This 21-century, LA Narcissus seems dismissive of others and fully and immodestly unapologetic about self-love. And, like most bona fide narcissists, Warner demands that it all be about her all the time.
I suppose it makes some measure of sense that the show be the way it is.
I just know it's not something I want to watch.
It perpetuates fully foibled perceptions of what some call 'California folks' and it fails to impress on all accounts.
I don't know about you but I'm retiring my remote control. Larry David's Curb Your Enthusiasm is, still, the only reason to watch some TV. And it's not even TV, I'm told, it's HBO on Demand.
And Bravo's WorkOut might just work out if it actually features some working out. But I seriously doubt it will ever deliver.