Kept

Last night while doing the normal couch activities, we briefly landed on the TV reality series "Kept"* where Geri Hall (formerly wife of Mick Jagger) is "auditioning" men to be her "kept man". It's part The Apprentice, part Joe Millionaire, part something else entirely (America's Next Top Model meets Zoolander perhaps?) It's entertaining to watch these gorgeous men, some of whom are not very bright, compete for the top spot. They are also (many of them) jerks. So we, the viewing audience, are supposed to sort of get off on loathing them for who they are.

I noticed the similarities to Joe Millionaire (if you didn't watch the show you might not get the comparison) Andrew noticed that the amount of money they are estimating Geri Hall having (50 million dollars) is the same that the Joe Millionaire guy was supposed to have inherited. I think that's interesting. Where the guy could be appealing even if he didn't have the money, a woman, even as hot a woman as Geri Hall, has to REALLY be rich to pull off something like this. Right? And it's certainly more obvious on the show what the contestants are really auditioning for. On Joe, the scene where the one blonde chippy most likely gave Joe "oral pleasure" hinted at the prostituting yourself for money angle, but Kept comes right out and says it in its show title.

So am I reading a double standard in where there is actually none? I think there's something significant we could learn about power and gender here. When the Donald interviews people, it's to be his business flunky. A powerful woman? She's "firing" potential "kept men"-- which, seriously folks, is a giggolo. What do you think? I'd be interested to know if I'm being hormonal here.
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Ah, yes. And I managed this morning to post a blog entry! WOooooo! The twins had a lovely morning of being up for about four hours, starting at midnight. Cute little angelic beasts. So right now I am letting them sleep late in the hopes of getting them to eat at a good time for me to drag them out to a truck stop for lunch (the best chicken fried steak ever!)

Just remember me-- when you wake up in the middle of the night, roll over, perhaps get up to grab a glass of water and take a pee-- I am probably up, babies attached like adorable blue-eyed (for now) leeches, and a serious case of the nods.

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*Here is where I would normally search out clever little links so that you could see the show and any obscure references on your own. But dudes. I'm workin' here to get a post at all that's not about sore nipples, so you'll just have to google these things if you need more.