1. The cast of "Jersey Shore" is being paid a shit ton of $$$ to be in Italy (a gorgeous and amazingly cultured country) for the sole purpose of televising pure American idiocracy, drunkenness and ridiculous behavior.
2. I'm so freaking excited to watch this train wreck.
I mean, I don't have to tell you how ridiculous this is. I don't have to tell you that none of the cast speaks Italian and that ultimately their time in their "homeland" isn't going to go well.
Apparently, Pauly D's main concern is about the gyms.
"I don't know what the gyms are like over there," he says. "I don't know what tanning's like. I don't know the food, and the language – I don't even speak Italian. Maybe I should get a Rosetta Stone or something."
Yeah, Pauly, just go out to the Shore, and hunt for some seashells, sand dollars, rosetta stones…you know, the usual.
Of course, Italy itself isn't really excited about the "guido/ettes" imposing their culture and debauchery on the Old World. Not like they're not used to a little scandal, but I can't say I'd be pumped (or fist-pumping) about some faux-Italian bullshit running around the streets.
I also definitely don't agree with this pompus right-wing Fox News reporter when he attempts to justify the "smutfest" that is "Jersey Shore" as a morally superior comparison to the culture that is the European attitude toward all things sexual. Sorry, I don't buy it.
In a world where "GTL" is "PLT," situation is situazione and "T-shirt time" is una maglietta tempo, there are going to be problems.
It's easy enough to try to guess what outrageous things are bound to happen, and as much as I hate to admit it, there are some major potential plot points that get me really excited to watch the show. This seriously adds to my list of reasons for self-loathing...
- The fact that Snookie won't be able to find "A Shore Thing." Sorry, no abundance of "hot" gorilla juiceheads.
- The fact that the language barrier will create an infinite amount of awkward social situations such as not being able to talk to girls at the club or venders at the market or count Euros.
Disgusted or excited? You decide.
Hmm, I want pizza.
