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New Jersey has often been touted as the butthole of the east coast, but
in recent years it's gained a massive resurgence due mainly to the MTV
reality show Jersey Shore, which highlighted several early twenties
youths from the garden state whose national pastime consists of pumping
iron, doing laundry and getting tanned. And lots of sex, tons of sex.
Now this version of Jersey follows a mother and daughter who own a
beauty salon (the Gatsby) and their illogical team of hairstylists and
nail professionals. Why is it that i cannot look away, it's like
watching someone feed applesauce to a beached whale with a huge spoon.
Over the top makeup, super tight, super skimpy, high-heeled, fake
nailed, fake tanned, fake titties, fake personalities and fake boobs,
oh wait i already mentioned that. In one episode sometimes lead make-up
artist Olivia contemplates getting her boobs done because shes sick of
stuffing chicken cutlets into her bra (Gorden Ramsey would shut her
down in two seconds) and in some kind of divine intervention she breaks
down, and falls back on the flimsy false truth of her stuffed basket,
decides not to get the surgery. You know all these woman are naturally
beautiful, they wouldn't have to do much at all to hi-lite their looks,
but instead every woman on this show looks like a cross between C C
Deville and any member of Faster Pussycat! Really they all look like
drag queens and or eighties glam metal rejects. I give the show nine
stars due to the head scratching effect of all these catty, superficial
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