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raybearI would say my favorite television show ever is MTV's Cribs, but that's not exactly true. It's just my favorite show to imagine I'm participating in, either because I'd like to be part of the crew who sees this person's house, or if I'm acting out like the MTV crew is getting a tour of my future home when I'm wildly or moderately rich and/or famous. Their selection of people on Cribs is sort of sketchy in the definition department.
For those who just woke up from a time capsule (and/or don't have cable), this show is 30 minutes long and they visit three people's homes. No one appears on camera except the famous person, with the possible exception of celebrity walk-ons. There's no host or prompter, though I'm sure they're told ahead of time to do such things open up the fridge and bounce on the bed and walk through the closet and dip their foot in the pool.
The show also appeals to me because I'm a voyeur. This is obvious since I'm on livejournal. My favorite livejournalers are the one's that share the most information, even if it's not scandalous or controversial. I love seeing into people's homes and imagining how they live in general -- when I go to parties or get invited over, I study the CD collection, the bathroom cabinet, what books on the bedside table, what they stick on the fridge. I love knowing about these tiny bits of someone's life that don't get revealed in casual conversation. I guess I'm a nosy snoop to some, but I never actually do anything with the information. I don't run around talking about the prozac in the cabinet or the vodka on the dresser or the cheap porn inside the entertainment center. Sometimes I even forget the salicious details right away and instead remember years later about their subscription to National Geographic.
I think about these things in my own home. I assume people might open my bathroom mirror and see my hormones and nail clippers and eyeglass cleaner and nail polishes. I assume they'll pick up the prescription bottle by the toothbrushes and wonder what Zocor is (it's a cholesteral medication). I assume not only will they examine my entire CD collection, but also they'll pay special attention to the ten discs sitting next to the stereo which are obviously the most recent things I've heard or with which I've been obsessed. I assume if I leave my computer on and my e-mail open, it will be read.
But somehow, I'm not sure any of these things happen. Maybe that's why I want to be on Cribs. Then I can hold things up and say, "see! See this! This is something I use! Isn't this process inane and boring but filled with common humanity? I find it fascinating, too."
For those who just woke up from a time capsule (and/or don't have cable), this show is 30 minutes long and they visit three people's homes. No one appears on camera except the famous person, with the possible exception of celebrity walk-ons. There's no host or prompter, though I'm sure they're told ahead of time to do such things open up the fridge and bounce on the bed and walk through the closet and dip their foot in the pool.
The show also appeals to me because I'm a voyeur. This is obvious since I'm on livejournal. My favorite livejournalers are the one's that share the most information, even if it's not scandalous or controversial. I love seeing into people's homes and imagining how they live in general -- when I go to parties or get invited over, I study the CD collection, the bathroom cabinet, what books on the bedside table, what they stick on the fridge. I love knowing about these tiny bits of someone's life that don't get revealed in casual conversation. I guess I'm a nosy snoop to some, but I never actually do anything with the information. I don't run around talking about the prozac in the cabinet or the vodka on the dresser or the cheap porn inside the entertainment center. Sometimes I even forget the salicious details right away and instead remember years later about their subscription to National Geographic.
I think about these things in my own home. I assume people might open my bathroom mirror and see my hormones and nail clippers and eyeglass cleaner and nail polishes. I assume they'll pick up the prescription bottle by the toothbrushes and wonder what Zocor is (it's a cholesteral medication). I assume not only will they examine my entire CD collection, but also they'll pay special attention to the ten discs sitting next to the stereo which are obviously the most recent things I've heard or with which I've been obsessed. I assume if I leave my computer on and my e-mail open, it will be read.
But somehow, I'm not sure any of these things happen. Maybe that's why I want to be on Cribs. Then I can hold things up and say, "see! See this! This is something I use! Isn't this process inane and boring but filled with common humanity? I find it fascinating, too."
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Date: 2002-12-22 08:30 am (UTC)incidentally, i think you'd be terrific on cribs :)
see you in a few days, yes? i will give you a ring.