Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Is it me, or is Vicky from The Biggest Loser actually The Biggest Bitch?
Let me explain this – IT IS A GAME. You have chosen to go on a program where the goal is to beat your competitors by losing the most weight.
And if you are a threat to the person that stands to win it all, your fat, bitchy, complaining ass (or your husband) will be voted off.
Honestly, there is a ton of money at stake, and The Biggest Loser title, and Vicky thinks that people should still be loyal to their team color?
Give me a big heaping cream-filled fucking break.
And to say that if she gets kicked off, “it’s all Amy’s fault?”
Perhaps she should think about placing blame on herself and the fact that she did not lose more weight.
And my favorite Vicky line of the night:
“If I go home, how much weight do you think I am going to lose? I have two kids and work 60 hours a week!”
Correct me if I wrong, but isn’t this whole thing about lifestyle change?
Did Vicky eat that memo?
I would have sent her ass a-packin' with that statement alone, if for no other reason then to see her recapture her Burger King crown once back to real life.
I mean, I am not trying to be a bitch, but that it the EPITOME of how she got in this situation in the first place. Excuses, excuses, excuses - but no taking of responsibility for her own actions.
Fuck, as I sit here and struggle with my own bad habits, I know how hard it is to correct them, to get back on track, and to take an honest but tough look at what I did to put myself here, now 15 pounds heavier then I was just a few months ago.
No one to blame but myself.
But I digress.
And what is wrong with Amy?!?!?!?!
Voting Coleen off?!?!
God help her because next week, if she’s below the line, Vicky is going for the choke.
In other bat-shit crazy yet-too-good-to-pull-your-eyes-from news, the Real Housewives of Atlanta finale was last night.
And for the most part, those weave-wearing, collagen-lip-plumping, fake-boob-heaving broads didn’t disappoint.
But the real treat will be next week, at the reunion – where I swear NeNe is about to tear the horse mane off of Kim’s evil ass head (spoiler: She tells Kim to keep her legs shut to marry men [Big Poppa is a married man], and calls her a hooker).
It’s pure reality genius, people.
Or as my sister Devin said, “It’s disgusting, yet something about it makes me feel like a better person.”