I don’t watch much television since my husband died. When he was alive, we would watch programs and discuss them while watching them. Although that probably was a bad habit, it was something we did regularly and it never seemed to detract from the program. Without Bob here, I don’t have much interest in watching anything, and, instead, enjoy reading a good book.
But I have been very curious about all the talk of Bristol Palin and how she remained on the program “Dancing with the Stars” in spite of being the lowest rung of the ladder on the judges leader board.
The past two nights I decided to watch the finale of the shows.
There were many surprises for me: I did not realize how “chunky” she was; I didn’t realize what a whiner she was; I didn’t realize that she has very little of her mother’s winning personality; and I didn’t realize that she wanted to win so that she could “give a big middle finger to those that hate her and her mother.” I also didn’t realize that her appearance on the show boosted the ratings so much. I didn’t realize that she received death threats from fans in traceable emails, and that a man shot his television when Palin was not eliminated from the competition.
I didn’t realize that she was such a terrible, wooden dancer until I actually saw her “dance” the first night of the finale. She reminded me of someone that has had “botox” treatments and cannot smile or show expression.
And, finally, I didn’t realize that now she has had big offers for her own TV show – what in the world would she do? – that she has been offered many endorsement deals from large companies – I don’t buy any Martha Stewart product; you can believe that I would not purchase any “Bristol Palin” product either.
It is interesting to me to think that this professed Christian woman that so many seem to worship, is the mother of a child without benefit of the clergy and flaunted that fact; that young girls everywhere are trying to emulate this young lady; that stated that “God was on her side” during the competition; (God must have thought that she wasn’t that good because she isn’t blaming herself for not winning.)
It must have been the devil that made me watch the shows – at least the first part of them. I must admit that after watching the first 3 dances, each night, with the irritating number of commercials, I turned it off. It wasn’t until this morning that I found out who actually was the winner. But I did start reading a good book.