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>Since I’m not working right now and I have time that I absolutely must be sitting on my behind. I’ve spent much of this time rotting my brain with TV. I’ve become a fan of Dancing with the Stars. They had me from kicking off the Hoff. My early faves were:
When Margaret, Rick, and finally Kurt were voted off, I wasn’t surprised. I might have been a little surprised about the order in which they were voted off, but honestly I thought the only one who had a chance based on dancing ability was Rick.
I am pleased beyond belief that Kyle has made it to the finals. He’s a good dancer. He’s incredibly entertaining and gosh darn it, I just like him. He’s worked very hard and he deserves to be there.
Jennifer looks wonderful and has mastered not only the technical details, but also exhibits both an artistic aspect and an epic amount of grace for someone who has struggled with injuries the entire series. I love that she’s in the final and she absolutely deserves to be there, though my husband insists on calling her Grandma.
We watched the show tonight and when Brandy and Maks stood next to Bristol and Mark I felt so sure that America would have done the right thing. My husband claimed that it would be impossible for Bristol to make it to the finals because her dancing ability was completely lacking in comparison to Brandy. (Granted, She’s not Kate Gosselin bad. That woman has all of the grace of a refridgerator.)
I’ll be honest. I was not rooting for Brandy at all. I find her appearance off putting and her reactions to the judges drive me crazy. She cries about the most ridiculous things. (Granted, I’m a weeper so I should really shut up.) However, I love Maksim Chmerkovskiy. He is very forceful when he dances. I like that. Also, he’s hot. I’ll admit it. He’s painfully hot. It should be a crime for him to walk around looking like that. As a matter of fact, that’s probably why he came to America. He was going to be prosecuted in his own country for extreme hotness. (Sorry. I shoud be ashamed of that last paragraph.)
Imagine my horror and the horror of Maks and Brandy when their names where called. Bristol had the good grace to look apologetic. Mark seemed genuinely overcome with emotion. He managed to look horrified and then remembered he was supposed to be celebrating. Maks looked like he was desperately struggling to not reach over and strangle Bristol and Brandy cried. This time, I could have wept with her. What an absolute freaking tragedy. It’s just wrong.
I visited Bristol’s DWTS “Meet the Stars” page. There is a comment section and tonight people are furiously lashing out and claiming that she’s only in the finals because people voted for her based on their political feeling about her mother. I completely agree with that. However, her fans insist that anyone who thinks that is sad and small minded. WHY DON’T YOU JUST SAY IT? Am I not a real American because I didn’t vote for Bristol?
I can only hope that Kyle or Jennifer win the competition. I feel so much sadness that someone, who admittedly tries so hard but dances so poorly, could win this competition.