I know I rant a lot about my distaste for how long this show seems to drag on each week. But there’s a legitimate excuse for why I do so. I get so painfully bored sometimes. There can only be so much filler in any given episode and as the teams were eliminated, there was just as much time allotted (1.5 hours) and less actual substance. Then again, this is Reality TV.
To Samantha’s Harris’ glaring ineptitude (translation: hell) with my expectations.
Speaking of which…
I spent a great deal of time last week writing vehement blogs of protest on behalf of Lisa and Louis’. I didn’t want them to leave. I’ll admit. It hit me hard. As usual, I found the more I wrote, the less angst I felt. Writing is cathartic like that. And I believe many of you responded by leaving comments in favor or in criticism of my opinions, for that primary purpose- to expel all those toxic feelings from your system.
I think sometimes that my latent reason for writing rants stems from my inability to properly articulate what I wanted for my birthday when I was young. I was so concerned about pangs of guilt about what I might actually desire and how much that would put someone out, that I stifled these opinions. As a result, as an adult, my opinions often take the form of verbal vomit. Re: They can’t seem to purge themselves fast enough.
Consider this your disclaimer.
Eh, so maybe I’m all pomp. After all, having watched tonight’s free style, I have only this to say. Drew & Cheryl, you got this baby in the bag. And hopefully those busy signals I kept getting when I dialed in to vote were indicative that this competition is yours to lose.
Perfect scores speak for themselves. As to real class acts.
And to all: Good night & Good Luck…Ok, maybe that just goes for Drew & Cheryl.