So, I mentioned before that I was excited for The House of Carters...and its so worth the space it takes on my DVR. The sister drama, throwing dog shit on each other's beds, yelling, screaming and especially Bobby Jo, the drunk. She always has a nice goblet of vino in front of her and she's always walking a little stumbly...She reminds me of my mom... only B.J. doesnt drink out of a coffee mug.
These kids need to grow up so much. It's like an inbred Real World. I love it. No one has a real job. They just eat and drink and sleep and fight with each other.
Now, I have a confession-
I have a crush on Nick Carter. I love the way he has gained a little bit of weight and that his ass hangs out the back of his shirt. I love that he tries so hard to keep this mess together. Its so admirable. He lectures them about believing in themselves and the importance of family. He wants everyone to feel like he really cares about being the big brother. And all the while, he's cashing in and living in this rented house for free...
But, mostly I love that he tried to get chubby Leslie to eat a bite of her cupcake so everyone will feel better for calling her fat. He said- Just a bite. Take a bite. And she wouldn't. So he said- I'll take a bite. And he's like- Oh, its really good. And the bitch took the bait. SHe was like- oh...ok.
Ok, if you really want us to believe that she has an eating disorder, she would have either
a. treated the cupcake like the plague and not touched it.
b. pulled a Tracy Gold and pretended to taste it, but really just lick the frosting and pick it apart but never, NEVER ingest it.
c. the next scene would have been a bathroom door shutting.
SO, Leslie, the reason that your family calls you fat is because...well...you're fat.
Nick, call me. Lance Bass has my number.
