My Super Sweet 16 - oh, the horror

There's this horrifying show in MTV called 'My Super Sweet 16', in which a revoltingly well-off kid has an absurd birthday party, and make it very clear just what a horrible spoilt git they are. It's really shocking, but with that sort of train-crash, can't look away quality.

I wouldn't know much about the topic, mind you; I, regarding other kids as more objects of fear than companionship, never actually had any friends in school (those people who insist that school is the best years of your life are obviously dangerously insane), and in college (where people, in my experience, are rather more grown up, saner and less vicious) my birthday rather inconveniently tended to fall during end-of-year exams. Generally the day of a digital logic exam, by some bizarre, sick coincidence. In fact, this year will be the first that I can sensibly do something for my birthday, but the thought of being 23, horrifying as it is, is putting me off a bit.

Sweet 16's primarily an American thing, but MTV UK did make at least one series; one of the episodes is about Lorcan from Blackrock. That'd be Blackrock in Dundalk, by the way; I know, I was amazed too. He's horrible. It's really shockingly awful, and well worth a watch. I realise I'm a bit late here; it was a minor Internet sensation in Ireland a while back. Oh, well. For some reason, although all the other episodes are available to view on MTV's site, this one isn't out in the open; the first part of it is hidden away on their site here though.

He turns out to also have a bebo (knowledge gleaned from aforementioned Internet sensation), but I won't direct you there; you see, the young, well, they don't spell like us. My eyes still ache from punctuation used as letters.

The worst of it is, the very most dreadful of the UK/Ireland ones seem to be better than the US ones; in the US series, a fit of temper should be expected if the birthday present (generally a car or similar) is worth less than $50,000. Really. Welcome to the new, scary, consumertastic society!

And yes, I am watching a lot of crap TV this weekend, thank you for asking.

Saturdays

I always have such good intentions for Saturday, I really do. Go swimming, go shopping... In the end, of course, I end up hiding at home not doing very much.

Oh, well. Swimming tomorrow. Really. I promise.

Dunno about the shopping thing, though. I always promise myself I'm going to go buy clothes; the last time was a couple of years ago. In particular, I need new shoes; my one pair are now too small and a bit leaky. In the end I end up being too scared, of course; I've always had this complete horror of clothes shops. It's not the spending money thing; if I can buy an outrageously expensive laptop, I can surely spend a few quid in Dunnes. It isn't even a self-image thing anymore, I don't think. It's just a weird phobia...