the awesome/terrifying freedom

i feel so sorry for andra on 'boy meets boy.' poor girl is living vicariously through hottie james, and has some weird disorder where everything that happens to him happens to her only magnified in a creepy, flailing, histrionic way.

it's impossible not to giggle everytime bravo plays the little clip of the hand-to-the-mouth, then the running away with the screechy 'THAT IS SUCH BULLSHIT JAMES!'

we've always known there's nothing more entertaining than other people's pain, but maybe the best entertainment of all is watching other people pained from other people's pain. but it's pushing it to say that james is in pain. you can clearly see him laughing at andra as she runs away to bite her pillow. i love when she turns it into a show about her. 'it's not YOU james, I WAS THE ONE SHOVING THEM DOWN YOUR THROAT!!' it's impossible to express her shrieky crackle through punctuation.

i'm liking franklin less and less. 'the last time i got a massage was in budapest..' jesus, we know already, you have money, you grew up with money, okay, okay. and you're straight. you're so straight. yeah, so you cried when sean left, good show dear boy good show. we know quite well from 'queer eye' that straight boys are just as capable of weepdom as the pansies.

the biggest problem with boy meets boy is that the whole thing feels like a very polite cocktail party. even when they're supposed to be having fun, you get the picture that they're standing around holding drinks, trying to come up with conversation while the producers sit in the editing booths with their heads in the hands calling for the assistants to bring out more liquor. 'maybe that'll get 'em doing something.'