Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Can It, Ry-Ry
Between doing everything but shoving slices of raw onion under Didi's eyelids to try to make her cry, and actually requesting that Andrew Garcia's mother start haranguing Simon in Spanish like she was some wacky abuela in a George Lopez movie, I have really had enough of Ryan Seacrest. A two-hour show just gives him way too much leeway to play the P.T. Barnum of chronic inauthenticity. I had just been thinking that Ryan was settling into a nice, un-showy rhythm too. Back to square one, I guess.
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For true. I was complaining about his shit-stirring the entire time I was watching. Just ask Linda.
Ryan: "Tell us who you were singing that for."
Didi: "I'd really rather not, Ryan."
Ryan: "Come on, tell us."
Didi: "Let go of my hand. Seriously."
Ryan: "It's for her dead friend!"
Ryan has been HORRIBLE over the past few weeks. It's like he's taking the tanking of this season personally, and he's trying everything in his little manipulative bag 'o tricks to make something, anything happen.
He's gross; Kara and Randy are gross; these kids's desparation is gross.
I am so over this show.
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