Did I mention my natural diva tendencies? My deep seeded desires to actually let my inner Veruca Salt loose on the world?
I did it. I actually procured and watched the entire first season of Nick & Jessica: Newlyweds.
Aside from studiously taking notes on how to look like a diva without taking a shower and personally shaming myself for noticing when Jessica dared repeat an outfit, it was a generally useless time spent.
Useless disclaimer uttered, and I will now go into my complete fascination with this woman. Yes, I want her life. No, I wouldn’t kick her husband out of bed for eating crackers. Do I mind watching the whining, farting, moaning thing get all those things that I would (theoretically) give most things I’ve got for? (My personal knowledge of popular culture and food stuffs, along with my attemps at intellectualism exempted of course)
No. It’s actually entertaining. Sad because it’s one thing for a twenty-something to then want to be her, but another thing for a pre-teen to think that’s how to get what you want it life - big t*ts and a lot of fits thrown.
I even, dare I say it, contemplated purchasing it. I still might. Celebration of my inner diva has never been quite so easy. Mine’s clearly better than hers.
Cheers!
