Hey Paula-Reality TV Review

By Clara Freeman

I was on vacation a week ago, when I needed a bit of rejuvenation from all of the things to do and see when one goes on vacation...Anyway, since I'd sworn to relax, forget about my trusted computer and just pretend that writers, like myself, can go a few days without trying to get their work syndicated, I decided to casually flip through the cable channels that flashed upon the big screen tv inside the cabin reserved with the intent to relax...

Lo and behold, I see Paula Abdul facing the cameras. She is describing the goings on of her new Bravo Reality Show, Hey Paula. After watching a couple episodes of the show, I get why it is that Paula Abdul has to become a virtual tour guide for her viewers. This once chart topping female artist of the 90's with such hits as Straight Up, was biting off more than she could chew by allowing the cameras to capture stuff in her closets that I think should have remained packed away in boxes marked, "Not for Viewers"

Something tells me, that I should have avoided the lure of Reality TV while on vacation, because the medically trained part of me now merges with the debatable creative brain cells forming one big Need to dish/inform/question/cry foul, as in "something is wrong with Paula's take on her reasons for acting like a crazed woman as cameras rolled." This is what I think...I must reiterate that this is simply my take on Hey Paula.

Paula Abdul, Why would you air your dirty laundry to the viewing public and then pretend that you are not drinking, popping a pill or, both, when from your actions, that is exactly what you were doing? I mean, Starbucks makes darn good coffee and we all know coffee contains caffeine, but, it doe not get you sooo agitated, animated and acting like a celebrity who have abstained from having sex...you do realize we all saw your performance at that smell test for your perfume?

Now, Paula, I have been a fan. I have wanted to believe you when you were drinking tall cups of beverage on American Idol, denying it contained alcohol. I even wanted to believe that you tripped over your itty bitty pooch...but, Paula you and your publicity team claims what every Celebrity who have been caught on tape, cry, "Exhaustion" to explain away your erratic behaviours. Paula, the writer in me want to believe you, I do, but, the nurse in me think perhaps, you consumed a bit of stimulant, along with that Starbucks and just maybe a few glasses of bubbly?

Let's face it, you are stressed. You are human. You are a celebrity. But, Paula, what is the deal with your PR Team? They failed miserably in advising that good ole celebrity standby, "Exhaustion". You might want to have your people call John Stamo people...He is riding the waves of resurgence, thanks to a bit of truth to a very intelligent viewing public who, in essence, call themselves 'Fans', even while they are on vacation.

Clara B. Freeman is a freelance writer/poet and columnist living in Illinois. To learn more about her work, visit her website http://www.clarawriter.com

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