Really, what's the deal with this whole faux Kate Gosselin craze? Liiiike is she really so diluted to think that she's famous? And if so... famous for good reasons? Nonononononono. She's a joke. I hate to say it, but I can't really sit here and lie about it. I also wish I could make the sorryass excuse that she's a good mother, has worked really hard for what she has, and is truly a good and solid woman to the core. But I'm no fool; she's an idiot. I wonder what her kids are doing right now... talk about messing up a bunch of poor kids early on. I wonder if she even knows what they're doing right now. I bet she's getting her weave did right now. And I'm not talking about divorce. Shit happens. No no, I'm talking about the fact that these 8 kids' mom used to slightly resemble Roseann, but now can be mistaken for a wax museum doll of Pammy Anderson.
Don't even get me started on Dancing with the Stars. I already think that show is crap and now that she's on it... holy hell. It's really too bad that some producer had a light bulb go off in his head the night he was thinking, "How do I save my career?... OHHHHH I SHOULD PUT A BUNCH OF WASHED UP 'CELEBS' ON A BALLROOM DANCING 'REALITY' COMPETITION." Of course. Jake Pavelka? Are you effing kidding me? Niecy Nash? Good God. At least it's not as bad as Celebrity Rehab that features the perfect example of what happens when your brain is on crack (not to be confused with the egg-smashing J.L. Hewitt commercials that were just pure artistry): Jeff Conway (better known as Kenickie). My favorite part of that show was the "unbeknownst" showdown between he and one of those Baldwin douche bags. If you don't know what I'm talking about, I beg you to google it and prepare to have your world rocked by a bunch of crusty old crackheads. Thank you, Hollywood, for producing such brilliance. I guess none of it is as bad as Date My Mom...
The best (and by best, I of course mean worst) part about faux fame (Katie G) is when these "celebs" come out with their autobiographies... I wish I could say that everyone in this world is smart enough to avoid reading that crap, but we're not so lucky. Not even close. I love that these people are presumptuous enough to think that people reallyreallyreally are sooo interested in their sordid lives that those books will be just flying off the shelves of Barnes and Noble. I know that their publishers are just thinking, "Sweet Jesus, please let the public think these people are dumb enough so that they actually want to read about their lives. If anything, to feel a little bit better about themselves." It's obvious that's it's all about money. At least they're not cutting records anymore (ahem, Lindsay Lohan, Heidi Montag, Eddie Murphy...). It really makes me sleep a little better each night.
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