Tiny Celebrities

Finally getting this post up. Been waiting to throw these pictures up for awhile, but wanted the show to air first. So, Brock and I finally got our fifteen minutes last Monday. Overall, I was very pleased with the final cut of A Makeover Story. I was afraid that we were going to look like complete idiots, but we ended up coming out okay. Brock got more good lines than me (probably due to his oft jovial commentary, as opposed to my nervous, nasal delivery), but I liked my clothes better. I was really hoping that they would mention Swimming in Circles, or at least Sorry Ma, but to no avail. Casualty of editing, I suppose. A lot of folks have asked me how I could possibly bring myself to be on a reality show. Honestly, I think everyone should do it. I learned a ton. I mean, we envy celebrities, and we pretend that covers of Rolling Stone = happiness forever. But, just given my extremely limited, fleeting exposure to that life, I have found that the acting doesn't stop on the set. Just as much posturing goes into the delicate handling of the celebrity persona (and its associated 'perfect-ness'). Our director made the comment that celebrity was the drug of choice for the new millennium, what with it being hocked on every magazine, tv show, and now up for grabs with reality programs. But, just like that parcel of land in Florida you blew your savings on, it never turns out quite like you expect. Fortunately, we just got a temporary dose of it.