Posted by Ilana Angel
I have decided to keep watching this show. Not because it is good, but because it is so bad. I love reality television and I write about it a lot. This show however, is being written about not because I love it, but rather because every single second of it is a nightmare.
It would be hard to pinpoint what the bottom of the list is as there is so much to choose from. Is it the set, costumes, host, judges, commentator, contestants, hair, or make-up? The choices are endless so the conclusion is that every second of this show makes me want to harm myself.
The host, whose names I cannot remember, is useless. The commentator is a moron. The professional skaters are forgettable, and the “stars” are pathetic. The costumes are ugly, the hair styling is uglier and the make-up is the ugliest of all. Why is this show on television?
As I ask myself this question for the 10th time in 10 minutes, I get a nugget of gold that forbids me from turning it off. Vince Neil falls and when he tries to get up, he almost pulls his partner down. I laughed out loud. Loved it.
Dick Buttons is drunk, Laurie Ann Gibson is an idiot, and Johnny Weir is the one thing that I can stand but he is wasted here. He is a hoot to watch and his make-up and hair today were clearly done by the Marie Osmond Doll Shop. Come on Johnny, be careful sweetie.
Bethenny Frankel is on this show and it’s painful. She is gross. She cries about how she is not sleeping and I’m so sick of it. She has spent the last year telling the whole world that she gets no sleep. We don’t care. She is a whiner, and a self-promoter, and I cannot stand to hear her voice.
She wants us to feel sorry for her and how hard her life is. Shut up Bethenny. Her husband is in the audience watching, along with Andy Cohen and it’s all just icky. I go back and forth on this woman. Sometimes I love her, and other times I cannot stand her. Today, she is annoying.
Laurie Ann Gibson does not make any sense. The host, what’s his name, keeps trying to reel her in but to not avail. She is a loose cannon but not in a “reality television gold” way, but more of a “someone fire this chick before we all impale ourselves at the sound of her voice” way.
Sean Young fell tonight and while I know it is not nice, I could not stop laughing. She appears to be seriously medicated and it’s fascinating she is able to stand on skates, let alone be given skates. She is a mess and I love her. By love her of course I mean train wreck. Whoo hoo!
Rebecca, the chick from some soap opera, who was married to Bob the Bachelor, is a great skater. You almost forget she has no personality. Almost. She looks like a young version of Sean Young which I think is a little creepy, but I’m guessing Sean hates it, which I find entertaining.
Just when I convince myself that I can watch this show next week because Sean promises some good television, she is voted off. Really America? Don’t you get that she should have stayed for the train wreck element? I’m so disappointed that she is leaving.
This show is horrible. No matter how hard I talk myself into a reason to watch it, it is horrible. The good news is it’s only on for 5 weeks so I’m not wasting more than a few hours. I just need to think of it as a quick trip through hell and even hell is bearable if you can keep the faith.
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November 29, 2010 | 10:37 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
My mom is in town. She is super cute and I get a kick out of her. She’s not much for going out. She likes to stay home, cooking and knitting. It’s funny because those are Grandmotherly things to do and I guess I now view her as the Grandma to my child, as much as my own mother.
We had a low key weekend of cooking, eating, visiting, and resting. I love so much having her here and sleep a little but better with her in the next room. She will be here for a couple of weeks and I am going to focus on enjoying our time together, rather than worrying about her leaving.
I’m dreading the day she goes back. It’s sad because I will worry about her leaving and it will be a cloud over our visit. It’s hard not having my family close. Everyone is in Canada and after twenty years in Los Angeles, I feel the distance the most when they leave after a visit.
I hope when my son is my age he loves me as much as I love her. Speaking of my son, we went out yesterday to run some errands and stop by a birthday party. As we tooled around town, I blew a tire. I heard the tire pop and it was loud. It’s a really scary thing.
Thank God it happened on the street. not the freeway. I can’t imagine how frightening it would of been if I were blazing down the freeway. My son was amazing. He was calm, cool and collected. We called AAA and they came out, changed the flat, and we went tire shopping.
When we were waiting for the new tire to be put on, I had an interesting conversation with my boy about his driving. We’ve talked about his driving here and there, but it was our first in depth chat about what it will be like when he gets his driver’s license, which will be in about a year.
This child has plans! He knows what kind of car he wants, how he’s going to pay for gas, the insurance he wants, and a car wash schedule. Hilarious. A lot of thought was put into it, none of which matched my never allowing him to go on the freeway and only being allowed to turn right.
I love my kid and I love my mom. It’s an interesting time in my relationships with both of them. My Mom is who defined my past, and my son is shaping my future. It’s so wonderful for all three generations to be together and I thank God my son gets this time with her.
Speaking of being thankful, I had a great Thanksgiving. My son and I went to friends for dinner and it was really great. The food was divine, the company was entertaining, and the entire evening was fabulous. It was a bunch of very different people, who meshed perfectly.
I knew some of the people there, and met some new friends. Gathered around our table were Jews, Muslims and Christians. We had a great discussion about Jesus, Muhammad and Moses. It’s fascinating to me that when you discuss these three men without judgment, it’s so good.
I’m not big on religion, but I am big on faith and believing in something greater than myself. God has a place in my life and it’s personal. It’s Jewish certainly, but more than that, it is personal. To hear a group of women discuss how important God is to them was very interesting.
We all said pretty much the same thing about our faiths. It’s lovely when you talk about faith with an open heart and mind, allowing everyone to believe what they want. You learn and grow. It’s sad so many people are not willing to listen, allowing religion to be a catalyst for hate.
I wonder what Thanksgiving would be like with Jesus, Muhammad and Moses at the table. Would they be able to have a meal together, learning from each other, and walk away with a renewed commitment to their own beliefs, while embracing the spiritual path their friends are on?
I truly believe they would. I honestly think if they were here, and could see what religion has done to the world, they would be heartbroken. It’s not what any of them would want or expect of us all. At what point will we start to think about what they would think about our actions?
It’s one thing to say you are a Jew, or a Christian, or a Muslim, but it’s another thing to actually live your life with the morals and obligations that are asked of us by our faith. We all seem to be conveniently religious about what we choose, but few of us are actually willing to walk the walk.
A friend of mine in Canada posted an article about her local school board, which has decided to change the name of the schools districts winter break to “Christmas” break. They feel the break is about Christmas and Christ and they want the name to reflect that.
What are we teaching our children about religion when we alienate some kids in such a blatant fashion? If you are the minority, and you celebrate something other than Christmas, how will that make you feel? We are teaching our kids to separate each other based on religious practices.
The world is a mess and it’s our fault. When will we, as adults, stand up and say enough? Will we ever live in a world where people are judged on who they are as people, not by how and who they choose to worship? It’s heartbreaking and ultimately not that difficult.
I suppose I sound naïve and stupid for thinking it’s so simple. I am raising my son to be a Jew. I am also raising him to love humanity, help those less fortunate, and not discriminate against anyone because of color or faith. It’s my obligation to do so as a mother and as a Jew.
To the people of the school board, it’s a “winter” break and you are damaging your children, and setting back our hope for the future. To the ladies I had Thanksgiving with, you are amazing and I thank you for reminding me that regardless of beliefs, we must all keep the faith.
November 26, 2010 | 1:27 pm
Posted by Ilana Angel
I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I certainly did. I went with my son to one of his best friend’s home. It was a magnificent meal, with wonderful people, and I could not have enjoyed myself more. It was really terrific and I feel blessed my son and I were included in the festivities.
We arrived to dinner around 3:30 and left at 9:00. We got home at 9:20, relaxed for a few minutes, then bundled up and headed out for a trek to the outlet mall for some Black Friday fun. After we spent about 30 minutes looking for a parking spot, the madness, I mean the fun, began.
We went to a total of four stores in six hours and my son got everything on his list. We had a little routine that worked brilliantly. I mean if you consider me waiting in line for an hour to pay, while he did his shopping, then him coming to front of the line with piles of stuff, then yes, brilliant.
With each successful mission he would hug me, tell me he loved me, and I was the best. Some will think it’s ridiculous to stay up all night, waiting in line for a pair of shoes whose sale price is what the actual price should be, but not me. It makes him happy and he will always remember we did it.
If there was even a fraction of a second where I thought I was crazy for shopping in the middle of the night, when we got home and he was unpacking his stuff in his room, laying it all out like it was fragile and priceless, that all goes away. I will remember his joy always.
We got home around 7 this morning and I’m very, very tired. I’m off to work with literally no sleep, and would be so happy I worked as a mattress tester and my day was packed full of sleep. Sadly it’s not and so I’m working and counting down the hours until I can go home to bed.
It will be a late night however because tonight my mother gets into town from Canada. I will be a zombie by the time I go pick her up at LAX. When I booked her ticket I knew I was taking my boy shopping and could have just booked her in on Saturday so I could rest and get her tomorrow.
The thing is, I love her and as tired as I knew I would be, it was more important that I wake up tomorrow and have her safely in my home, than wake up and go get her. One more night with my Mom here is more valuable than a little sleep. That could be my sleep deprivation talking.
I am looking forward to waking up tomorrow with the two people I love the most in life here with me, my son and my mother. By morning of course I mean around 3:00 in the afternoon. Those two better stay away from my room and let me sleep in. I love them but if they get me up early, it’s war.
For those of you who braved the shopping that is Black Friday 2010, I hope you got everything you wanted and scored some killer deals. Enjoy your new treasures and remember those who are less fortunate because if you share what you have, you will be given more than you ever imagined.
As we ran around yesterday, my son and I had a bog with 4 blankets in the car. When we came upon a homeless person on a corner, we gave them a blanket. It’s been so cold and a blanket makes a huge difference. I believe it was our sharing that allowed my son to find all the things he wanted.
The holidays are about more than shopping. It’s about sharing and giving and when something so simple can give another human being hope, then it’s magic. Be safe, happy, and giving. Not only with those you love, but with strangers. Having a little faith, and sharing a little faith, allows you to keep the faith.
November 25, 2010 | 10:35 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
I love Thanksgiving. It’s a wonderful holiday with great food and time with family and friends but life is about more than just giving thanks on this one day. I am blessed to have a little Thanksgiving in my life everyday. I am thankful for so many things.
My son asked me what I was thankful for and I responded that he was on the top of my list. He then asked if I was thankful for 50things. I told him I was thankful for twice as much. And so the dare was made. Here are 100 things I am thankful for.
1. My Wonderful Son
3. The Memory of My Dad
4. Nieces and Nephews
6. Having a Job
7. Keeping The Faith Blog
8. Fiddles & Gopher, the Cats
9. My Mom Coming For The Holidays
11. My Loyal Readers
12. Red Wine
13. Air Conditioning
14. Gas Money
15. Warm Socks
16. 2 Ply Toilet Paper
17. My Son’s Laughter
18. Everything Mac
20. The Troops
21. My Home
22. Levis 501 Button Fly
23. Being a Grown Up
24. Fresh Fruit
26. Surviving Half My Child’s Teenage Years
28. Central Heat
29. Reality Television
30. Celine Dion
36. Potato Chips
37. My Rabbi
38. Knowing I Will Find Love
41. Trusting My Child
44. Scoopable Cat Littler
45. Hand Sanitizer
47. Greek Yogurt
48. My Hiking Group
49. Parker, The Human Dog
50. Ugg Boots
51. Being Organized
54. Cotton Sheets
56. Nail Files
58. A Great Hair Day
60. A Great Kiss
64. My Sense of Humor
66. A Mended Heart
71. Candied Yams
72. George Clooney
74. The Dream of Sex With George Clooney
75. A Great Date
76. Surviving a Bad Date
77. Shortbread Cookies
78. My Mom’s Cooking
79. My Son Saying He Loves Me
82. The Ocean
84. My Son’s High School
92. The Beatles on iTunes
93. The Perfect Little Black Dress
94. A Day Off
98. Conquering My Fears
99. Keeping A Secret
100. Making It Too 100 Without Even Trying
I hope you have a happy and healthy holiday, and I am sending you all my very best wishes. A special shout out of love and support to all the troops. Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Be happy, be thankful, be safe, remember to appreciate your blessings and keep the faith.
November 24, 2010 | 8:20 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
Why do we care so much about a dancing show? It’s really quite incredible that so many of us not only watched, but had an opinion, whether we voted or not. What’s even more fascinating, is that nobody in Christina Aguilera’s inner circle explains to her that her hair color is truly horrible.
The final three were Jennifer Grey, Kyle Massey and Bristol Palin. Good for them that they got to the end. Kyle is charming and cute as hell. Bristol is a Palin so everyone has an opinion. Dancing aside, you either love her or hate her. Jennifer is dancing perfection, but a bit of a crybaby.
David Hasselhoff came back and did a funny little skit that luckily was more comedy than dancing. Rick Fox and Kurt Warner did a sports themed skit and dance that was cute. Margaret Cho and Florence Henderson showed us why they were voted off.
The Situation came back and it once again became quite clear that he has no talent, is not that cute, has crazy pigeon feet, and is a reason people believe in the American dream. If this guy can make a living on television then just about anything in the world is possible.
I was not surprised by the top three for this season. Jennifer is a very talented dancer and also an icon because of her role in Dirty Dancing. Kyle is so charming that there was no way his personality alone was not going to take him to the finals. Then of course we have Bristol Palin.
She was not the best dancer but come on, we all knew she was going to be in the finals. The people around the country who love her mother put her there, and at the end of the day it’s the people who don’t like her mother who kept her from winning. I feel kind of bad for her.
The more attention that is focused on Sarah Palin, the more attention there will be on her children and the likelier it will be that they crack. There have been a few slips but you have to congratulate Bristol. She is surrounded by both intense love and hate and it must be hard.
Bristol was never going to win, and in terms of the credibility of the show, she needed to lose. This is a dancing competition, not a popularity contest. There have been a few slips over the years but for this specific season, and from the very first day, it was Jennifer Grey’s show.
It makes me laugh that there are conspiracy theories about how the voting did not work and Bristol should have won. There was no great big plan to make sure Bristol lost. Bristol did a phenomenal job but she was simply not the best dancer. It was not political so let’s move on.
Maybe the show should stay away from political contestants. In fact, that should be a new rule. No politicians. That will be very important for the next season as Levi Johnson is pursuing a political career and the rule will keep him from ever being on this show.
The question becomes what exactly is a “star”? Is Bristol Palin a star? No. She is famous. She is just a girl with a famous mother, and she did a great job. She is a mom, living under the shadow of a mom, and so good job, but good she did not win.
Jennifer Grey bugged me a couple of times during the season. I did not dig her constant crying, or her talking about Patrick Swayze like they were best friends. I get she was in Dirty Dancing and that’s why we know her, but she would have won even without the pandering.
It’s always great when Dancing With The Stars starts a new season, and even better when it ends because after 10 weeks, I’m burned out on all the hoopla. It will all start up again and I’m sure they are frantically searching for a new cast and the anticipation of who they get is the best part.
We will have to fill our need for a competition celebrity show with Skating With The Stars, which is tragic. For the next five weeks I shall watch the worse show to ever be made. The good news is that between Sean Young and Bethenny Frankel, I will have plenty to blog about.
Congratulations to Jennifer Grey. Well done to Bristol and bravo to Kyle. It was a great season and if you want to believe those who say the voting was a crystal ball view into the election of 2012, we can take a sigh of relief, put on our dancing shoes, and keep the faith.
November 23, 2010 | 9:11 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
I will dedicate a full blog to DWTS after they crown a champion but I could not wait a full day to say that while Jennifer Grey is the most talented celebrity, last night her skating was not as impressive as her pandering. Her dancing to a song from Dirty Dancing was a cheap ploy for votes.
We’ve all read stories of how her and Patrick Swayze were not friends and had not been close before, during or after Dirty Dancing, yet she talked about him like they were best friends. He was beloved and she was a has been and she is using the love and memory of him to get votes.
I have been voting for her from the beginning because she worked hard, overcame injury, and was the most talented. That she used the finals to milk the Dirty Dancing angle was a little gross and I lost respect for her. More on DWTS tomorrow when wee see if politics trumps dancing.
Now, let’s chat for a minute about the new ABC show Skating With The Stars. This might be the single most horrific hours of television and by might be of course I mean it is. It is painful to watch and while I have absolutely no idea why, I stuck it out for the entire show.
The host is some English guy called Vernan Kay. He is mortifying and I will never understand how it is that he got this guy got this show. He ix not funny, not charming, not quick enough to be on live television and his teeth, and mouth for that matter, are freakishly big.
The judges are an interesting group. Dick Button is a legend and it’s sad to see him here on this horrible show. Johnny Weir is pure entertainment and he makes for good television but he stands out here in a way that begs to be mocked so I hope people leave him alone.
Laurieann Gibson is a superstar in her world but here she is trying to hard to be cool that she fizzles out quickly. She is a wonderful choreographer but she does not translate well to television. She’s tried before and whenever she makes it on a show, the show tanks. She’s a dud.
The commentator is horrible. She has no charisma, is a horrible public speaker, does not being on live television and left no impression at all, other than the fact that she is in over her head. I have no idea what her name was and no interest in looking it up as I will never need to know it.
The six professional skaters are people I have never heard of. They are not household names and none of them appear to be destined for television stardom. This show may actually make me sad. By sad of course I mean want to through my skates at the television. It’s painful. Painful!
Some Disney kid skates first. Never heard of him. I have now been watching for 27 minutes. Just when I think I cannot watch it anymore, or ever again, we hit the jackpot. Sean Young. Oh. My. God. This chick is clearly medicated and I will watch for as long as she is there.
I actually feel sad for her that the people in her life thought this was a good choice for her. They have put her out there to be ridiculed and trust me, she will be, some of it right here on my blog. She is a train wreck and the only person who is happier than me to watch her is her pharmacist.
Jonny Moseley skates next. He’s a Olympic skier and the most interesting thing about him is how his professional partner fawns over him. It’s funny and cute. Then Judge Johnny does a Lady Gaga number with a weird costume that is entertaining and boring at the same time.
Vince Neil is next. Dear Lord what is happening. How is this show on television? Once you get over the initial desperate need to cut Neil’s hair, he is actually quite good and was the most entertaining contestant. He is a lush and an addict and was bloated. That said, I loved him.
Bethenny Frankel is next and I can’t help but wonder how Jill Zarin must be pissed Bethenny is skating here because Jill’s “thing” was skating and this has got to be killing her, which for some reason is entertaining. Even away from the housewives, she screws Jill over. Classic.
Bethenny does a great job and personality is perfectly suited to this show. She is funny and cute. I really liked her here and I was really not sure how it would play out. It’s only a matter of time before she crosses the line and becomes obnoxious and offensive, but until then, loved her.
This show is crap and if we are going to be honest with each other, which we always are, I’m sadly hooked. I will watch for six weeks. It’s small commitment in the big picture and there is some potential for real entertainment. Not what ABC has planned I’m sure, but still entertaining.
Sean Young will implode, Vince Neil will surprise and Bethenny will be the popular vote. It’s a horrible hour of television. I will undoubtedly lose brain cells by exposing myself to such crap, but at the end of the day watching Sean crash and burn will be worth it, so I’m keeping the faith.
November 22, 2010 | 11:05 pm
Posted by Ilana Angel
Today would have been my father’s 72nd birthday. I loved him very much. He was a wonderful man and a great father. My son adored him and a day does not pass that I don’t think about him and wish he was alive. I get my sense of humor from my dad. I also get my fair skin, temper, sarcasm, outgoingness, hope, and large ass from my dad. I was blessed to not only be his daughter, but to know him as a human being and have him in my life.
Happy Birthday Robert Angel. I love you very much and I thank you for sitting on my shoulder and guiding me through my life. I feel you here with me and I hear your words of wisdom. Rest in peace Dad. I am blessed that you taught me to find humor in everything and to always keep the faith.
November 22, 2010 | 9:48 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
I received a lovely email from a reader named Howard. He enjoys my blog, lives in Los Angeles, and decided to reach out and see if I would like to have dinner. He was funny and quite charming, even forwarded me a picture and his full name so I could Google him and make sure he was safe.
I was hesitant because you never know. The last time I agreed to meet a reader it was Jeff, and for those who read my column you know he turned out to be a religious maniac who hated everyone who was not just like him. I was nervous, but he checked out, so I agreed to meet.
I figure if I can’t meet a nice guy on a certain lame Jewish based dating site, then I might as well allow my blog to be matchmaker right? Plus, he reads the blog, is okay with it, and was willing to go out knowing he was going to probably be written about, so kudos to him. It was a date.
We met Saturday for dinner at 7:00. I met him at the restaurant, got there early, and was impressed to see he was already there. We said hello, he gave me a sweet hug, and we sat down to get to know each other. It took about 4 minutes for me to realize we had been on a date before.
Ten years ago I went on a date with Howard. Once it clicked in, I remembered our date, where we went, what we did, and what his deal was. Clearly I did not leave a great first impression because he had absolutely no idea who I was. Not a clue. For him, this was our very first date.
When we went out the first time he was 44, had a 21 year old son, had been divorced for 6 years, owned his own company, was a casual smoker and quite attractive. I was 35, divorced for about 4 years, my son was 4 years old and I hoped to have another one.
I remember telling him smoke was a deal breaker. I also recall he was not interested in raising another child. His son was about to go off on his own and he wanted the freedom to travel. It was a nice date I suppose because I remembered it, but in the end just not a match.
I kept dropping hints we had met before but he was not getting it. I mentioned the college his son went to, where we went for dinner, still nothing. At one point he told me I had beautiful hair and I made a joke that he made me feel 10 years younger. He had no clue.
I gave up trying to get him to remember and for whatever reason I didn’t want to tell him. He was kind and I thought it might embarrass him that he forgot, so I let it go. Turns out things had changed for Howard over the last 10 years. Everyone has a story and a decade is a long time.
He quit smoking, get remarried, had another baby, got divorced, and got married a third time. The man that was excited to travel and be free was now divorced three times, had a 31 year old son, and a son who is only 7. It’s amazing how off track things can get when we plan too hard.
I came to terms with the fact Howard had no clue who I was, felt bad that at 54 he was dealing with dating dementia, and got ready to call it a night. We had a nice time and I was glad I went out with a reader. He walked me to me car and as we strolled he asked me out again.
I must have given him a weird look, or hesitated for a second too long because before I could respond to the invitation, it all came rushing back. He looked at me and said he remembered me. He asked if we had gone out before. He actually started to remember a lot about our date.
We laughed, he was embarrassed but glad he remembered. He went back over my jokes and hints about the past ten years and we were in stitches. He then insisted that we had a million things to talk about and should now go out on our third date and have a coffee and dessert.
We left our cars and walked to another restaurant for a coffee, which turned out to be a cosmo. Our third date was great. We were oddly comfortable with each other and laughed a lot. We talked about the past ten years, how much had changed and how different things turned out.
I suppose it’s possible we met the first time at the wrong time, and our meeting this time was not by accident, but rather better timing. It could be our meeting then, and now, was a fluke and meant nothing at all. Perhaps we both just needed a good date, and it was meant to be.
I have no idea what it all means. What I know is that Howard is a good man. I know you’re reading Howard so hello friend. You are lovely and I am glad there was only ten minutes between our second and third date, not ten years like it was between our first and second one.
I don’t know if it’s a love connection, but I look forward to finding out. I might not have left a lasting first impression, but the second impression led to a third date so better late than never I guess. Instead of planning so much, I might just let things flow and focus on keeping the faith.