Just another chilly winter evening...
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I’ll go first and admit that I watched My Big, Fat Obnoxious Fiance.
It started quite innocently enough. I was in bed reading C.S. Lewis, huddled under a fleece throw and a comforter against the cold air circulating near my window. Why didn’t I go to a warm part of the house? The cold guaranteed solitude and quiet.

But things deterriorated when someone walked into the room and I asked her to toss me the TV remote so that I could check the temperature....and outlook for Tuesday. On the way to the Weather Channel I stumbled upon FOX and decided to watch one or two minutes of My Big, Fat blahblahblah.

And I sat there transfixed in much the same manner as when I would visit the snake house at the Milwaukee Zoo.

On the one hand.....I feel sorry for Randi the dupe. Sure, she’s superficial and greedy (I’m assuming she’s not doing this to get money to pay for surgery for her grandpa or something like that?) and not particularly bright.
But I feel sorry for her being tricked on network TV. But then again, she knew she was going to be on TV....caveat emptor.

On the other hand.....She is soooo superficial. So plastic. So hung up on looks and ‘value’ (i.e. -prices) that watching her squirm is quite entertaining. Sick, but entertaining.

Steve is doing a good job. I just hope he can give a sufficiently nuanced performance to make this work.

While I’m being judgmental.....did I see some sort of transdermal patch on her back during the spa massage scene. Or am I just looking for another reason to not like her.