- the show is trying to revive the whole boyband/singing plus choreography/coordinated outfits/pheromone-induced movement that defined my childhood. and teenage years too. and college, if i'm being totally honest. i wonder if drew lachey gets nostalgic/jealous/stabby.
- thank GOD for dvr, so that i can fast forward through the human interest stories and other random commentary. carrie and bruno without len is like letting a rabid dog off the chain. seriously. and then hosing it down with lots of mystic tan.
i have to admit that i particularly enjoyed the glittery tiger on some guy's t-shirt (right at home underneath a leather vest, clearly) and the public humiliation that is getting picked last for what is essentially a dance kickball team. it made me a little nostalgic.
other random thought - the girls are all in high heels, while the dudes are in a mix of sneakers and boots. that reminds me of the time i went to a male strip club in philly. i was a little taken aback by the combat shoes all of the strippers - gentleman dancers? striptease technicians? - were sporting; it never occurred to me that a stiletto has no true male counterpart.
this of course, was overshadowed by witnessing one of the dancers (who wore the equivalent of tighty whities + tube sock) backflip onto the stage, hobble over to the fortunate woman seated in the lapdance chair via his HANDS and then proceed to hump her face upside down. no really, that actually happened.
but the true pinnacle of the evening was the (awkward) epiphany i experienced when i recognized one of the strippers. because he moonlighted as my HAIRDRESSER during the daytime.
and i thought he was serious when he told me i could be a hair model. alas.
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