Losing Sleep Over Scott Savol
Damn it all, I've spent the last two hours in an insomniac web-surfing fit, and I was about to go to bed when I came across this article from Blogcritics, and since I seem to be one of the 32 million sad sacks who plunks down on Tuesday nights to hear a pocketful of would-be corporate tools sing their little hearts out, I got to thinking.
Why is Scott Savol still on American Idol? Who is voting for him? I'll tell you, because right now I'm blessed with the infinite wisdom of the sleepless:
America loves Scott Savol for the same reason America loved Twin Peaks. Not because of any inherent brilliance (although I loved Twin Peaks for that reason), but because everyone's so freaking sick of having primped, fluffed, bleached, poufed, dumbed down, homogenized little packages of a fake beautiful life radiated forcefully at them from their TV sets. American TV watchers, let's admit it: we have an icky little secret. We love ugly people. We feel dirty and guilty because we know we're not supposed to like looking at ugly people, but we love it. We should thank Scott Savol for breaking up the brassy blonde monotony.
Am I the only person who thinks so-called beautiful people all look unremarkably the same? Am I the only person who surreptitiously tries to connect with misshapenness in all those I meet? Who would be pleased to catch someone studying the rules which my notoriously unplucked eyebrows refuse to follow?
If I was, Scott Savol wouldn't have such a cult following. The more bombarded we are by pretty people and things, the more we starve for the hideous and different. Hey, if only Fox had harnessed the power of this formula when filming the ill-fated Point Pleasant. If only they'd filmed it on the real Jersey Shore, where they would have found more ugly, scarred, psychological yuck than would have fit on camera. It would've been a smash hit!
Why is Scott Savol still on American Idol? Who is voting for him? I'll tell you, because right now I'm blessed with the infinite wisdom of the sleepless:
America loves Scott Savol for the same reason America loved Twin Peaks. Not because of any inherent brilliance (although I loved Twin Peaks for that reason), but because everyone's so freaking sick of having primped, fluffed, bleached, poufed, dumbed down, homogenized little packages of a fake beautiful life radiated forcefully at them from their TV sets. American TV watchers, let's admit it: we have an icky little secret. We love ugly people. We feel dirty and guilty because we know we're not supposed to like looking at ugly people, but we love it. We should thank Scott Savol for breaking up the brassy blonde monotony.
Am I the only person who thinks so-called beautiful people all look unremarkably the same? Am I the only person who surreptitiously tries to connect with misshapenness in all those I meet? Who would be pleased to catch someone studying the rules which my notoriously unplucked eyebrows refuse to follow?
If I was, Scott Savol wouldn't have such a cult following. The more bombarded we are by pretty people and things, the more we starve for the hideous and different. Hey, if only Fox had harnessed the power of this formula when filming the ill-fated Point Pleasant. If only they'd filmed it on the real Jersey Shore, where they would have found more ugly, scarred, psychological yuck than would have fit on camera. It would've been a smash hit!
posted by Christine Borne at 12:21 AM
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