Saturday, April 11, 2009
God damnit. I have spent a good portion of the last 10 years of my life as an unofficial spokesperson for the state of New Jersey and now one show is not only going to undo all my hard work but set us back another 20 years -- thank you "The real, dirty, whore housewives of New Jersey". I just saw the preview for the show and wept for 20 minutes afterwards. Was True Life "I have a Jersey shore house" not enough? Did that not do enough to confirm the stereotypes that everyone from New Jersey wears wife beaters and will start a fight with an ant? I grew up in New Jersey and didn't realize till I went to college that everyone didn't love it as much as I did. The first time someone said I was from the "garbage state" I went back to my room, cried and called all my New Jersey friends who were attending various colleges on the East Coast to discover that they were receiving the same abuse. Listen, I understand that there are points when you're driving on the turnpike where it smells like death and that there are a lot more cigarette butts and stereos on the Jersey shore than most beaches but no state is perfect. I've traveled a good part of this country and can tell you that some of the trashiest people and places I've seen have been in Golden, Colorado and Philadelphia. I'm pretty positive that Bloomberg or the state of Connecticut are funding all this anti-New-Jersey TV propaganda. I mean, come on, I don't even think those "real housewhores" are even women, never mind from New Jersey.
Posted by Sarah Marshall at 12:42 PM