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May. 2nd, 2006 11:37 amI was channel surfing and stumbled across this show on MTV called "My Super Sweet Sixteen". It's a reality show whose premise is following these incredibly spoiled rich girls as they plan whine, cajole and manipulate their way towards their ideal sixteenth birthday party. The girl I'm watching right now is so frighteningly vapid and shallow that it's unbelievable.
Neither of her parents appear to have anything even resembling a spine when it comes to their daughter. Daddy apparently told daughter that he would either pay for the party or buy her a car for her sixteenth and now that the party is over 75% planned and paid for, Daughter is whining for a car. And Daddy's getting ready to cave.
Good Lord! Daughter hired a professional photographer to take pictures of Daughter and friends the days before the party which Daughter requested as "like in a catalog, okay?" Catalogs are her standard of pictoral beauty. She couldn't even aspire to runway models. How... sad. And here comes Boyfriend, who wanted to surprise Daughter at the photo shoot with a gift, I think, and Daughter's acting like he bit the head of a live bat in front of her. And as she "breaks down" and huffs away in Mommy's SUV, she insults Boyfriend by calling him a "chubby little dork. I don't even know why I go out with him."
And now she's having her Super Special Sweet Sixteen Dress remade from scratch because her friends don't like the first one. And Daughter Dearest is complaining because the poor bastard who's had less than a day to make a new dress isn't making it fast enough.
And now some drunk little sonovabitch dared another drunk little sonuvabitch to smash his face into the $800 (!) cake. And now Daughter and Mommy are freaking out all out of proportion and basically ruining the partry for themselves.
Yup. Daddy caved and bought Daughter Dearest a new car. A convertible, it looks like. In a smug tone, "After I got my car, I forgot every bad thing that happened. I was like, I don't care, I have a Mercedes."
I swear! I know that spoiled rich brats, of BOTH genders, are prevalent in the neuveau riche sector of society, but this show is reveling in showing off her vapidity. It's like The Simple Life has become the new standard of "success". It's just disgusting.
Neither of her parents appear to have anything even resembling a spine when it comes to their daughter. Daddy apparently told daughter that he would either pay for the party or buy her a car for her sixteenth and now that the party is over 75% planned and paid for, Daughter is whining for a car. And Daddy's getting ready to cave.
Good Lord! Daughter hired a professional photographer to take pictures of Daughter and friends the days before the party which Daughter requested as "like in a catalog, okay?" Catalogs are her standard of pictoral beauty. She couldn't even aspire to runway models. How... sad. And here comes Boyfriend, who wanted to surprise Daughter at the photo shoot with a gift, I think, and Daughter's acting like he bit the head of a live bat in front of her. And as she "breaks down" and huffs away in Mommy's SUV, she insults Boyfriend by calling him a "chubby little dork. I don't even know why I go out with him."
And now she's having her Super Special Sweet Sixteen Dress remade from scratch because her friends don't like the first one. And Daughter Dearest is complaining because the poor bastard who's had less than a day to make a new dress isn't making it fast enough.
And now some drunk little sonovabitch dared another drunk little sonuvabitch to smash his face into the $800 (!) cake. And now Daughter and Mommy are freaking out all out of proportion and basically ruining the partry for themselves.
Yup. Daddy caved and bought Daughter Dearest a new car. A convertible, it looks like. In a smug tone, "After I got my car, I forgot every bad thing that happened. I was like, I don't care, I have a Mercedes."
I swear! I know that spoiled rich brats, of BOTH genders, are prevalent in the neuveau riche sector of society, but this show is reveling in showing off her vapidity. It's like The Simple Life has become the new standard of "success". It's just disgusting.
