Friday, January 20, 2006

Living Up To My Blog's Title

Okay, to start off my new blogging year on a fun foot, I'm going to make a five fearless confessions. I promise, none of these are of such a nature as to cause my mother shame. At least, I don't think so.

Confession 1: I've never watched American Idol. Not even one single episode from any of the seasons. The only things I know about the show is stuff I'm not even sure I've got right, such as that Paula Abdul is a judge who got caught boinking one of the contestants, that Kelly Clarkson is the show's most successful alumni so far, and that some dorky guy made gobs of money off the fact that he sang so badly as to be hilarious.

Confession 2: I didn't think Sleepless In Seattle was a wonderful romance to end all romances. Sure, it had it's sweet moments. And Tom Hanks is always a cutie. But for crying out loud, the hero and heroine didn't even meet until the last three minutes of the movie. Give me a great action flick over a cloying romantic comedy any day of the week. Unless it's an exception - When Harry Met Sally comes to mind - I need the element of danger to give the romance the punch I enjoy.

Confession 3: I claim to be a Jane Austen fan (and I'll argue that I am even after this confession), but I haven't read all of her works. Even worse, I prefer some of the movie adaptations to the books because I like having the visual world displayed for my easy consumption.

Confession 4: I got my romance reading start on the old timers; Kathleen Woodiwiss, Johanna Lindsey, Bertrice Small. And although times have changed and these older bodice rippers are now the height of anti-PC-ness, I still think they were wonderful. Melodramatic, over-the-top, with heroes who were bastards in more than the technical sense, heroines who clearly had Madonna/Whore complexes, and plots straight out of a BDSM manual. Granted, I haven't read them in ages and would probably have a more critical view now. But for pure guilty-pleasure escapism, some of them are my favorite keepers.

All right, I lied. I can't think of a fifth confession. I'm sure one will come to me, at which time I'll come back and add it in.

Anyway, any big confessions out there anyone wishes to share?

5 comments:

meljean brook said...

Meg Ryan is way too perky for me. Love Johanna Lindsey. I finally broke down and watched the American Idol auditions this past week -- probably won't do that again :D I like America's Next Top Model, but other reality TV just ... meh.

And, alas, I have not read SANDITION by Jane Austen (and another lady).

CW said...

This is going to be one big "Me, too!" post. :P

1. Never watched it, either.
2. I didn't think so, either, I like action flicks over stupid romcoms.
3. I haven't, either, and ditto on the films.
4. I started out with them, too, and still love some of Lindsey's (and even bits of Woodiwiss). Yup, yup, and yup on your reasons!

5. I can burp the alphabet. Well, I wish I could. Barring that, I can play five musical instruments. Badly.

PS. I like ANTM, too! Heh.

CW said...

Uh...5 wasn't really a confession, was it? D'oh.

Keziah Hill said...

I've never watched Sex in the City or Buffy. I hate reality televison and I only found out who Jessica Simpson was last week (I'm still not sure).

Lynn M said...

These are great! Now I don't feel like such a dork for not watching American Idol. Really, I was thinking Imight be the only one in the country who hadn't seen it.

I do admit to being a huge Buffy fan although I have never seen Sex In the City. Or rather, I think I caught half an episode and couldn't figure out what all the fuss was about so never watched again.

Which leads me to say that I've officially stopped watching Desperate Housewives. I watched it pretty religiously during Year 1, but I haven't seen an episode this entire season and am not feeling derpived at all. So there's an hour of my life back. :)