Showing posts with label Morals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Morals. Show all posts

Craziness on Big Love

Okay, so we're a few episodes into the third season of HBO's Big Love, and this season is much darker and heavier than the previous two.

Roman Grant was acquitted of violations of the Man Act, and is now kind of free...he's under house arrest in a hotel. Nicki, who helped to drive off the witnesses against him by infiltrating the DA's office using Margene's identity quit her job but is being pulled back thanks to a flirtation with a lawyer (who actually used to occasionally guest star on Who's Line is it Anyway?). The family married Ana, who, in less than a day, asked them for a divorce because she, like I do, felt the balance of the family worked best with only 3 wives (there's also a sort of religious component to keeping only 3 that Bill's mother mentioned--ideally, a man should have either 3 or 7 wives). And Sarah is pregnant.

But the thing that's making this season so heavy is the level of corruption to which Bill seems to be sinking. At the end of last season, his overwhelming zeal for bringing down Roman Grant had him falling all over himself to steal Weber Gaming and pitting one polygamous group against the other. But this season he's getting in much, much deeper. He's still on his crusade to destroy Juniper Creek, but his determination to maintain Weber Gaming has him pulling some shady deals. First of all, Home Plus is losing money, but he's still ignoring it. Now he's getting into government dealings to prevent a gaming ban from going through, making deals to bring down Alby Grant while making deals with Alby Grant. You can see in his eyes and in the way he drops everything for some shady dealing that he's becoming less of a good man and more of a man possessed by greed and corruption.

The other heavy moments are coming from Sarah and her unwanted pregnancy. Ben wants her to give the baby to her parents to raise, but she wanted to give it away for adoption. This led to a very heavy-handed moment where Sarah, Ben and Heather all went to interview a prospective adoptive couple. Well, the woman had major-league OCD, and the husband was fighting his SSA--same sex attraction. They were actually brought together by a church leader to help "heal one another." This is actually not uncommon practice for Mormons; when I lived in Las Vegas, I had a friend who was both Mormon and openly gay, and he was continually being bombarded by other gay Mormon men who had decided to live as straight men "for their own eternal salvation" attempting to convince him to do the same. These men frequently offered him women who had agreed to (or "been called to") be married to gay men in order to save their souls. This created a weird preachy moment where Ben, Sarah and Heather, who is struggling with her own same-sex attraction to Sarah, discussed the morality of homosexuality and whether it's right or wrong, as well as whether the practice of gays marrying straight was right or wrong.

In the last episode, though, Sarah decided she wants to keep her baby, and she and Heather fantasized about both going to Arizona State University (Sarah got in; Heather would apply to go with her), living together and working together to raise the baby as a family. This opens up a new space to explore Heather's sexuality, and for me to hope Heather will get her own storyline.

As Bill spirals out of control and Sarah's pregnancy may be moving towards a point where she can no longer hide it from her family, the series is getting heavy...and the jury is still out on whether this is a good way for it to go.

Ridin' the Ho Bus

A fight involving beer throwing and a choke-out.

Girls making out.

A Penthouse pet and a retired porn star.

An acid-soaked Christina Aguilera (during her dirrty phase) wanna-be.

One girl taking shots from another girl's vagina.

Nope, we're not talking about last Saturday night at my house. We're talking about the first episode of Rock of Love Bus with Bret Michaels.

Just in case this is less obvious than my new favorite song, "Chimpanzee Ridin' on a Segway," the aim of this show is for Bret Michaels to find love, only this time, instead of being in a house, the girls are on tour with Bret, riding on buses around the country.

Oh, holy lord. Each season, the girls get trashier than the girls on the season before, and this is season three. When the Penthouse pet and the retired porn star are two of the classiest ones on the bus, you know we're scraping the bottom of the barrel. And in this version, the girls are not living in a mansion, but are divided between two tour buses. Two moving tour buses, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide and no where to get away from the crazy Brazilian who's had an entire bottle of tequila.

Here's an example of how classy these girls are, just in case the notes above didn't clue you in: One girl, who works as a DJ, wrote a rap for Bret. Except, instead of memorizing it, she brought the words with her. And it appears that she was working on them while at the free clinic, because the lyrics were on the back of informational sheets about Genital Herpes and Gonorrhea. (Okay, this is also the wanna be and the shot taker noted above, but she got kicked off the show tonight, so I won't get to judge her mercilessly again.) Her parents must be proud.

I'm excited about this season. I think there's going to be drama a-plenty, as well as more opportunities to watch these clueless skanks humiliate themselves without realizing it. Yay!

A Big, Fat Moral Question


Above are some of my favorite things--cheeseburgers, cupcakes and fries. Add a coke and you've got a yummy, yummy meal.

Of course, you've also got a meal that's not very good for me. If I eat it anyway, then I'm responsible for the heartburn and fat-ass-itis that goes along with it.

But, if I'm a little girl and someone else feeds it to me, then who's responsible for the health effects?

When I was at the grocery store the other day, I saw a girl who must have been 8 or 9 years old and about 4-foot-6. And she was wearing a women's size 16 jean (the tag was sticking out and I could see it), and even though it was the petite cut, the cuffs were folded up inside and pinned just below her knees.

This little girl probably weighed about 200 pounds, and hadn't even hit puberty yet.

But the story gets worse: She was shopping with her mom, who probably had a $300 hair weave. She was snacking on this vile-smelling microwave pizza they were giving away. In her mother's full grocery cart there was frozen pizzas, heat-and-serve dinners, lunch box-sized bags of chips, frozen burritos, and 2-liter bottles of root beer, orangeade and fruit punch--except that the orangeade and fruit punch were the soda kind that contain no actual fruit juice (and says it on the bottle).

There were no vegetables, no fruit, no fresh meats, and no juice. Only high fat, high sodium, high sugar instant foods.

The mom was heavy herself, so you could say that genetics has a role in the fact that the little girl was fat, but if that shopping cart is indicative of the diet they eat, that ain't helpin'.

Now, 200 pounds at my height is considered obese, so I can imagine that at the girl's size it's at least obese, if not morbidly obese. And her mother isn't doing anything to make her less so.

While I hope this little girl is healthy, what would happen if she wasn't. If she develops diabetes, high blood pressure or has a heart attack, whose fault is it--and will a mother who's not smart enough to give her child juice with juice in it know it's her fault? Is letting your child get that fat a form of child abuse? Should the little girl, for her own protection, be removed from her mother's care and be placed with someone who will take better care of her health?