Hey girlfriend! Like, OMG, did you know that there's more to people than their outward appearances? You'd never know by watching an hour's worth of 4 icy-cold so-called divas trying to act like they give a crap about the non-stop makeovers, and the people that get the makeovers actually CRYING happy tears. Yes, crying... over a makeover. I just cringe when I watch this. What an irresponsible message it sends out to women.
The whole empty, embarrassing debacle is so paper thin and feather light. No, the show doesn't deserve better analogies than that. I just want to gouge my eyes out. It hearkens back to the days when women were not only told how to be prim and proper ladies, but were made to think that being prim and proper ladies was the be-all-end-all of existence. Let's all be heterosexual and pump out babies in the kitchen! This show's so bad that I'm not afraid of using the old cliché about Stepford Wives. It's like Stepford Wives.
They need to stop with the reaction shots of the "divas" trying to seem interested-- trying to stay awake and upright-- when someone else is talking. Plus they need to stop with the reaction shots of the divas who are supposed to look pleased about a makeover, but they don't know that the camera's on them, so they all have these horrible, judgmental sneers on their plastic faces. They need to stop with the divas mechanically going through the motions of social interaction and pretending to have souls. They just need to take this show off of the air, is what they need to do.
And the chemistry between the four vacuous hosts is abysmal. It's obvious that they can't stand each other and it's so easy to imagine the backbiting and temper tantrums that go on behind the scenes. Actually, they all seem so evil that it's easy to imagine these four Barbies plotting each other's deaths and other such Melrose Place style shenanigans.
For an hour, you will be told how to cook, how to clean, and how to be pretty like a blow up doll so that you can be a trophy wife to a man that you love only for his money. But these divas aren't complete throwbacks to the claustrophobic 50s and they prove it by sexually harassing any male within earshot because being liberated means thinking in terms of completely partisan gender roles.
If this interests you, then you're part of the problem and you need to be dragged out back and shot up against a brick wall.
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