Today’s DP Challenge:
Tell us about a guilty pleasure that you hate to love.
This one was too easy. My guilty pleasure? Without a doubt, it’s TruTv’s television show Hardcore Pawn. I love it. I can’t get enough. It’s crazy, it’s embarrassing, but you know what? I don’t really care. Gimme my Hardcore Pawn, and gimme it now. In fact, it’s Tuesday, which means that tonight, my space age DVR will lovingly record a new episode of my beloved reality show for later viewing at my convenience.
What is it about the show that I’m so crazy about? Is it the crazy people? The real life Detroit citizens that just happen to be completely off their rocker while the cameras happen to be rolling? What a coincidence. I heard a rumor that some of the show is staged, but how could that be???? Reality TV is real isn’t it? Otherwise, wouldn’t they call it Fakery TV?
I do enjoy watching Seth Gold and his sister Ashley bicker like two-year olds. They are a dysfunctional train wreck and I cant’ seem to take my eyes off of them.
It’s also pretty cool when a rare treasure gets carried in the door, like Eva Braun’s jewelry, or a custom-made espresso maker. Those are the items that have me screaming at the TV -”Go home and sell it on Ebay, you IDIOT!, They aren’t gonna give you anything for THAT” and I cheer when they walk out the door. I have to wonder about those who do take the money, do they watch the show? Do they find out months later, as they watch Les talk about how he’s going to make a killing on the item THEY sold, do they want to put their head in the oven?
But, for that type of pawn, The History Channel is the winner hands down, with Pawn Stars.
So why do I prefer HardCore Pawn over Pawn Stars, when I have always considered myself much more of a history buff than a rubbernecking creep who enjoys the exploitation that reality TV is all about? Well, for starters, Chumley isn’t much of a looker.
Okay, there. Pandora’s box is open. I thought this would be a great post to reveal my secret celebrity crush. None other than Les Gold. Just look at that face. Isn’t he a charmer? Is it the hair? The earring? The uncommon velour sweater? I just don’t know. Maybe it’s his appreciation for vintage items, his love for Detroit, or his willingness to help people who are really in need. I can’t put my finger on it.
This crush is so bad, I don’t even try to hide it from Mr. The Cheeky Diva anymore. In fact, I find that now I am not only fawning over Les when we watch the show, but I’m trying in my not so subtle way to TURN Mr. Cheeky INTO my own personal version of Les Gold. “Honey, you’d look great with an earring.” Or, “Hey baby, why don’t you let your curls grow out?” I entertained the thought of getting him a white V neck sweater for Christmas this year, but I fought the urge.
I know many of my regular readers, especially the ones who have been with me for a while have seen a picture of Mr. Cheeky. He’s a very handsome man. Why I’m being such a horrible wife and trying to make him something he’s not, I don’t know. Can I stop myself? Can this marriage be saved? Here’s Mr. Cheeky as he looks now:
- Quite a handsome devil,
wouldn’t you say?
And here, thanks in part to high-tech tools at my disposal, is a digital representation of Mr. The Cheeky Diva as he might look after a Les Gold makeover. The difference is stunning, don’t you think? I really think he could rock this look and have me, and all the other women in the area swooning. Maybe once he sees how fine he can look, he’ll get on board with this. What do you guys think?
- The new and improved Mr. TCD?