E-list “celebrity” Trista Sutter (the Bachelorette, just to remind anyone who may have watched the show) is on a mission to lose weight. You see, only three months ago, she became a mother. But according to her, “I’m definitely not pleased when I look in the mirror.” Trista, weighing in at a whopping 116 pounds and size four, wants to lose that pesky baby weight, stat!
In an interview with US Magazine, Trista reveals how she especially dislikes
my belly. It has a layer of fat, which, of course, your body has to put on, but it’s blubbery and I hate it. I want to be able to go bathing suit shopping for a vacation and not feel totally disgusted… I just don’t feel good in a lot of my clothes.
Trista, Trista. Can I sit down with you for a second? We need to have a conversation. Go ahead and get comfy, because this might take a while.
Manolo, yes, the Eurovision includes the divine Miss Verka Seduchka, but this does not obviate the fact that the contest is still the blight upon the long-suffering peoples of Europe.
Here are yet more reasons to outlaw, on the grounds of public mental health, the Eurovision.
Would it surprise you to learn this is the French entry?
Singing Slovenian rag bags.
The Norwegians and their golden camel toe.
Georgian sword yodelling.
Please, Polish peoples, keep the hands in sight at all times.
Manolo says, after seeing the latest pictures from the this year’s manifestation of the Eurovision “song” contest the Manolo has decided that action must be taken. The Eurovision Song Contest must be outlawed!
Here are the Manolo’s top five reasons from this year.
1. Shrieking Moldovan hotties in the low-rise, leather half-kilty pants.
2. Danish la Cage aux Fools.
3. Maltese Goldfinger stalker and his victim.
4. Menacing Austro-Seussian fur creatures and their spokesman.
5. Nothing they can ever put on the Eurovision stage will exceed the entertainment value of My Lovely Horse.
Manolo says, the Manolo does not usually follow the American Idol, as his tolerance for cheese and schmaltz is surprisingly low, however, he is now unable to ignore the rise of this Sanjaya person.
Unfortunately, as everyone acknowledges, his singing voice, unlike his hair, lacks texture and depth and volume, although by the usual American Idol singing standards, in which molto fortissimo fortissimo is considered just the good start, this is not necessarily the bad thing.
What he does have is the innocent and naive charm, and the undeniable stage presence that can only come from being sweet, sassy, and seventeen.
Who cares if the Sanjaya can sing? This competition is not really about the singing, it is really about the television, and the sparkly, bouncy, dippy Sanjaya is good television. Undoubtedly, he has the great future ahead of him.