Wednesday, August 02, 2006

So I just got home from watching Scoop, which by the way was a fantastic movie but not relevant to this post, and flipped on the television. I am not home enough for cable so that leaves me with about 3 channels, sporting reruns of King of Queens or reruns of Just Shoot Me. OOOh decisions decisions. A commercial for interactive male comes on (for those who don't know what that is, its basically like those late night commercials for phone sex slash personal hook up agencies that show scantily clad dumb as post lingerie models on TV talking on the phone like their idea of a hot Friday night is sitting on the phone waiting for the greasy guy with the beer gut and star wars collection to call em and rock their world. Except this is for the gays). So it goes through its schpeel about meeting that great guy, blah blah blah, all the while dazzling with its green screened polka dot background. Now the thing that stood out, and in turn point of this dazzling first blog of mine, is that when it got to meet guys that share the same interests, they showed two gym bunnies working out. Really? Thats the shared interest? The gym? Don't get me wrong, I am all for being healthy, go team and all that, but I have met the couples who, with this barbell, I thee wed, and it really doesn't seem like the best jumping board to start a relationship with. Your vapid and shallow, hey me too, I love that I love all those muscles you have. Granted, I am probably reading way too much into a late night informercial, but it just stood out to me.