I have a confession: I have watched every season of the Jersey Shore on MTV and I have purchased and read both Jenni Farley’s book on dating and Nicole Polizzi’s novel about a girl spending her summer on the shore. The reality series started out amusing and has now become a train wreck that I am unable to look away from. I am grateful that this current season is their last, as I can’t take anymore. My husband and I are finishing out the season because we feel obligated to finish what we start, but we’ve gotten into the habit of leaving Jersey Shore on as background noise while we do other things around the living room and kitchen instead of giving the show our full attention. As you can imagine, we’re not missing much.
This group has pinpointed what makes them watchable and what has made them famous. They’ve taken what was once their natural behavior and amplified it, enlarging it to obscene proportions. They have become caricatures of themselves, acting dumber and looser to appease the audience. When one cast member is forced to enter rehab and embrace sobriety, the drunken behavior is simply replaced by incredible arrogance and a giant ego problem in order to compensate for the lack of alcohol-laced comedy. I often wonder how much influence the show’s creators and producers have over what goes on and what is said.
As ridiculous as the cast gets, I understand the motivation behind it. This show is their paycheck and they don’t get paid if no one is watching. What I can’t wrap my head around are these women who jump at the chance to sleep with one of the male cast members. I can understand the desire to get your face on television, especially since we live in a time where the smallest bit of exposure can make a nobody into somebody. What I can’t wrap my head around is why these women go the distance and allow these guys to use their bodies for an hour or two, then kick them to the curb after maybe calling them a cab so their walk of shame isn’t as long as it should be.
The boys on Jersey Shore cast aren’t exactly the types I would describe as sexy, irresistible, or good catches. Mike has a face that looks like a potato, Pauly has ridiculous hair, and the other two are fairly average. They definitely spend a lot of time in the tanning beds and the gym, ensuring their bodies are in shape, but all in all, not a one of them is worthy of the amount of tail they are able to obtain. Looks aside, there is no way in hell that each of them does not already have or has had a sexually transmitted disease of some sort. Additionally, it is crystal clear that none of them are willing or able to pursue a relationship of any sort and have no interest in women other than the temporary habitation of their vagina.
I have nothing against casual sex and don’t fault anyone for wanting to play around without commitment or any of the drama that comes with a relationship. I don’t consider anyone a slut (male or female) simply because they enjoy sex without strings. I simply do not understand the motivation that these women have. I know that certain people will sleep with musical artists or other celebrities to momentarily become one with the person and enjoy a touch with greatness, but these are generally celebrities who have achieved something great. What good as any member of the Jersey Shore cast ever done? They’re not changing the world or creating art, they’re simply acting like morons and getting paid for it. Their “creative” works (books, music, etc.) have meaning only because of their notoriety; Mike’s workout video sold poorly and wouldn’t have sold at all if not for the fact that MTV pays him to go clubbing. There is nothing to be gained whatsoever by sleeping with one of these guys.
What confuses me more is that these woman seem to be oblivious to the way they are going to appear to the viewing audience, which is bound to include someone who knows them and will let their non-viewing friends and family all about their exploits. They get tipsy, the flirtation begins, and they go home with these men they only met hours before. They get naked, have sex, and then are asked to leave. They do their sloppy walk of shame to the curb with the full knowledge that cameras caught every second of it on tape. Do they just not care that they look like ignorant trash on TV or do they honestly expect something to come of it?
I imagine that these women have very little or no self-respect and self-worth. Their self-esteem must also be bottomed out if they are flattered by the bit of attention they are getting and feel special because of it. It would explain why these women ignore the “grenade” talk and consider being labeled as “DTF” a good thing. It would explain why they still try to get a call the next morning by leaving their number as the hope of being asked to spend the night slowly fades away. It would explain why they are getting wildly intoxicated in order to loosen up to make casual sex an easier goal. It explains it, but the explanation doesn’t make it okay.
Do what you want, sleep with who you want, and have a blast. Youth is fleeting and should be enjoyed while it lasts. I just find it disgusting that so many women exist who are willing to blindly throw themselves at these guys, allowing themselves to be an easy and convenient way to scratch an itch, and letting it all be captured on film for the world to see and laugh about. Anyone who engages in this type of behavior is trash in my eyes, be it man or woman. There is a huge difference between being a free spirit and being a disposable masturbatory tool in a long line of tools before you. When you allow yourself to be treated like trash, you become trash.
Jersey Shore has reached its end, but it will be replaced by show after show, celebrity after celebrity, and desperate fan after desperate fan, all working to continue the cycle and make themselves look like fools. And for what? A couple of hours of grinding at a club followed by a few minutes of sweating in the sheets and an eternity of ridicule when the footage of your escapade is played and replayed for whoever has the urge to laugh at your expense? If you’re going to play the game, play it to win. Don’t allow yourself to be the butt of the joke and the discarded mess at the end of the night. Take control and be mindful of the image you’re portraying. Don’t assume being filmed equals being famous. If your ultimate goal is fame, stop and think for a second about how you want to achieve it. Personally, if banging strange guys on camera is my only path to fame, I’ll happily remain in the shadows.
Posted on December 20, 2012, in Crazy People, Fun!, Love, Party!, TV/Movies and tagged casual sex, dtf, grenade, jenni farley, jersey shore, jwoww, mtv, nicole polizzi, pauly d, reality tv, ronnie, sammi, snooki, the situation, vinnie, walk of shame. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.