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‘Jersey Shore’–Now You’re Fucking Stuck with it

The MTV masterpiece Jersey Shore premiered this past week and the media is already foutraged (fake-outraged). Have we not seen this shit before? How many times have the socially bewildered and functionally retarded been wheeled out for our amusement via Reality Television?

From obviously staged and/or encouraged cat-fights, to douches being douches, MTV has never disappointed its Mongoloid audience (and, of course, I use the term ‘mongoloid’ with as little respect as humanly possible).

Luigi is no longer the most annoying wop on the planet...

Jersey Shore is barely in its infancy and public officials are already throwing it under the bus. Italian-American community leaders (i.e. The Mafia) have expressed their extreme distaste with the repeat use of the term “Guido” on the show…and the newly invented term–which I can’t wait to use: “Guidette.” Now that’s class.

Critics of Jersey Shore, especially the Italian-Americans need to ‘fugget-aboudit,’ or in other words, shut the fuck up! Stop pretending to be offended and stick to what you’re good at: cooking, organ grinding, and domestic violence.

On the subject of domestic violence, this little gem hit the Internets recently–just about as randomly and aggressively as this bitch gets hit in the face:

 

Sweet chin music. A symphony of raditude. That bundle of irritating tits is Snookie, one of the seemingly endless number of reasons to completely avoid watching Jersey Shore.

Complaints about this scene have caused MTV to pull the clip from their show, much to the disappointment of sadistically optimistic individuals such as myself.

The largest dissent on Jersey Shore has been the portrayal of Italian-Americans in a negative light. If only there were some prominent Italian leader to dispell the rumors that all Italians want to do is hit people in the face…hmmm…

Listen up, greaseballs: this isn’t an ethnic sitcom. It’s a reality show. These people are portraying themselves in a negative light. That’s how people get famous. Them’s the rules.

And who made these rules? You did. We all did. This is our fault. You and I are just as socially responsible for Jersey Shore as its producers and advertisers.

On the subject of advertisers, Domino’s Pizza has pulled its ads from the show, saying:

“We just have chosen not to be on that particular show. The content of the show wasn’t right for Domino’s.”

‘Wasn’t right for Domino’s?!?!’ Jesus Christ on a Panini! You’re a fucking pizza company! What better way to promote your company than overpaid half-homo dagos pissing on the history of their ancestors and kicking defenseless sluts in the cunt?

So don’t pretend you “didn’t know” that this show would be an offensive clusterfuck of twenty-something male idiocy and the sleazy hijinks of crusty, over-sexed borderline retarded “guidettes.” You knew and you did nothing to stop it. You embraced Jersey Shore…and now you’re fucking stuck with it.

Alex G/

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The Day That Was (or: When to Beat Kids)

BigBennIf I could take a break from movie blogging for a moment I would like to share my day with you all.

It started as any other might start. I got up, brushed my teeth, drank a Slim-Fast (irony alert!) and went over to my friend’s house whose puppy I am letting out twice a day to go to the bathroom until she arrives home from work.

The puppy, Addie, pretending I killed her.

The puppy, Addie, pretending I killed her.

I let her out and played with her and made sure she made both urine and stool and all that fun puppy stuff. When I picked her up to go back inside in her little puppy pen she was not amused. She tried unsuccessfully to wiggle free from my grips.

I had a few things to do after that, so I did ‘em. Post office, bank, all that daily bullshit we have to do. I had to stop off at Rite-Aid and pick something up.

Since this is a movie blog, I will set up precisely what transpired at this Rite-Aid in screenplay fashion…

EXT. RITE-AID PARKING LOT – DAY

BENN exits car. He walks left to enter Rite-Aid. He notices teenager smoking a cigarette in his peripheral vision. He glances over, meeting eyes with the stranger briefly before breaking contact. He continues around the side of the building to the front where the entrance lies.

TEENAGER
“(garbled language) you fat bitch.”

BENN hears the insult volleyed his way by the mysterious, cunty teenager and stops in his tracks. His mind focused, his path clear, he breaks off back in the direction of the young man.

BENN
(standing some 20 feet from the teen)
“Are you serious?”

TEENAGER meets BENN’s gaze and flashes a shit-eating grin before taking a puff of his cigarette. His arrogance is palpable. There is only one way this can end.

BENN strides purposefully towards TEENAGER. His heart beats fast, knowing the altercation has commenced.

He balls his right fist, complete with ring on index finger. There is no way out now. Before he knows it the punch has landed.

TEENAGER catches the shot below his left eye, just to the left of his nose. He stumbles backwards, legs failing before falling pathetically next to a trashcan. He glances up momentarily at the man he never expected to strike.

He can think of nothing to say. He scrambles to his feet and flees the area.

BENN turns around, walks into Rite-Aid, makes his purchase and leaves.

As he enters his red 1990 Toyota Camry he scans the area for the little fuck, but he has gone. The day has been won.

-Fin-

Back to regular style, if I may. It’s amazing what can scream through your mind during a moment of profound and shocking disrespect. Looking back I can re-trace my mindset in the two seconds it took me to turn around and teach Manners 101 to this little fucking prick who thought he was king dick.

When I heard those words, which were quite clearly aimed at me, it stunned me. I mean, who does that? Who decides that it is OK to say something like that? Because he is ditching fifth period to smoke outside of Rite-Aid, he thinks the world is his? And not only is the world his, but he is going to lob insults at whomever crosses his path? I wonder, had he said something to people before me who just let it pass?

Not this time.

Not me.

This wasn’t just going to ‘happen’ without an emphatic counterpoint.

It has been kind of difficult to explain to my friends throughout the day how this situation came to pass. I am not a violent person. If you were to ask anyone who knows me, the term ‘teddy bear’ will likely figure prominently in the descriptions given.

I don’t just hit people. Which is why I found my reaction to be so interesting. My mind had already landed that punch the moment the words entered my ears. Something just clicked.

Not this time.

Not me.

Fuckin Bugs.

Fuckin' Bugs.

The dangerous arrogance of his words and subsequent grinning reaction sent ‘fight-or-flight’ rhetoric out the window. Had he simply turned away, pretending he said nothing, perhaps I would have walked away. But he met my eyes and for all intents and purposes said the words again with his glance.

You can’t just say that to me. You can’t just say that to anyone. Depending on who you say it to, yeah you might get away with it; smiling your smile and being a big man.

Not this time.

Not me.

I remain a non-violent man. I take no satisfaction in having my baser instincts take hold. It will not become a habit. My friends can still rib me about my weight. I can handle it. After all, I am just about the most self-deprecating motherfucker in the world.

Maybe the unknown kid with the fractured orbital will think twice before saying something to a guy like me again.

If not?

Then maybe, just maybe, he’ll find out that I can hit harder.

Benn Hodapp

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