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Jan. 31st, 2005 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
molly_oContemplating what to post, I nattered on for a while in a vaguely Marxist way about blogging and romance novels and reality television and disrespect and means of production, but many words later I still hadn't come up with anything interesting enough to post.
Mark is watching ultimate fighter, which is just so weird. I mean, I guess it's no weirder than America's Top Model. But, as little as I aspire to be a top model, I aspire even less to be an ultimate fighter. It's hard for me to imagine ANYone wanting to be an ultimate fighter. And then the maturity level among the contestants makes the Real World/Road Rules Challenge folks seem like Supreme Court justices. They're doing things like peeing on each other's pillows and wearing thongs in a hostile fashion.
Also, how much weight can a person lose in a day and still be even remotely functional? Because this guy, Bobby, has lost 17 pounds in 23 hours. He spent what looked like *hours* pedaling on a stationary bike inside a sauna. How much water can you lose before you suffer heat exhaustion? My kidneys are hurting just *watching*. And even if he makes the weight, how is he going to be capable of grappling with someone? He's as limp as a dishrag.
(Mark is SO INTO this show, it's adorable. He's bouncing on the couch with excitement and talking back to the TV, and when someone has particularly excellent credentials [three silver something-or-others? I have no idea what the significance of these credentials is], he turns to me and repeats what the announcer just said, at a slightly higher volume and with greater intensity. )
Oh! and Bobby made his weight. It was "pure hell," says Bobby. "Holy shit!" says Mark.
ETA: I forgot the best part: The teams are named after their coaches, so the one coached by Chuck Lidell is called Team Lidell, and the other team must be coached by someone named Couture, because it's Team Couture. Which totally sounds like we've wandered into some other show by mistake.
Mark is watching ultimate fighter, which is just so weird. I mean, I guess it's no weirder than America's Top Model. But, as little as I aspire to be a top model, I aspire even less to be an ultimate fighter. It's hard for me to imagine ANYone wanting to be an ultimate fighter. And then the maturity level among the contestants makes the Real World/Road Rules Challenge folks seem like Supreme Court justices. They're doing things like peeing on each other's pillows and wearing thongs in a hostile fashion.
Also, how much weight can a person lose in a day and still be even remotely functional? Because this guy, Bobby, has lost 17 pounds in 23 hours. He spent what looked like *hours* pedaling on a stationary bike inside a sauna. How much water can you lose before you suffer heat exhaustion? My kidneys are hurting just *watching*. And even if he makes the weight, how is he going to be capable of grappling with someone? He's as limp as a dishrag.
(Mark is SO INTO this show, it's adorable. He's bouncing on the couch with excitement and talking back to the TV, and when someone has particularly excellent credentials [three silver something-or-others? I have no idea what the significance of these credentials is], he turns to me and repeats what the announcer just said, at a slightly higher volume and with greater intensity. )
Oh! and Bobby made his weight. It was "pure hell," says Bobby. "Holy shit!" says Mark.
ETA: I forgot the best part: The teams are named after their coaches, so the one coached by Chuck Lidell is called Team Lidell, and the other team must be coached by someone named Couture, because it's Team Couture. Which totally sounds like we've wandered into some other show by mistake.