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"Average Joe-the Joes Strike Back" Presents Every Stereotype Known to Man ...and Woman
Although hey, there's some truth to stereotypes. It's why stereotypes come to be.
Anna is a beautiful young woman who is charged in this NBC series with choosing a fellow who is not, according to the stereotype, the most desirable of choices.
It amuses me how they must recruit folks for these reality series. For the fellows competing for the affections of lovely Anna not only could be called Geeks or Nerds, even their names fit the stereotype.
We have a fellow named Dante and another, I'm not making this up, named Igor.
Beyond the odd names there's a bevy of "average joes" in the contest, featured on NBC on Tuesdays at 8 pm, to woo Anna.
Who is Anna?
According to the show's NBC web site:
Age: 26
Hometown: Las Vegas, NV
Occupation: Model
Anna, an only child, was born in a small village in Poland called Radlow. She moved at age five with her parents to Las Vegas, where she was raised, and later graduated from the University of Las Vegas with a degree in business administration.
Now a model and entrepreneur based in Los Angeles, Anna has appeared in MTV rock videos and numerous commercials and print ads. She appeared in music videos for Sting's hit single "Desert Rose" and 98 Degrees' "The Hardest Thing." She has also been on E! Entertainment's "Sexy Swimsuits" special, "Wild on E!" and in MTV's "Extreme Sports." Anna has also appeared in national commercials for Honda Motorcylces, Treasure Island Hotel and Casino and Flamingo Hilton Hotel and Casino, as well as in commercials for 24-Hour Fitness.
In the episode this past Tuesday, 7/5/05, it was obvious that all the contenders adored Anna. What's not clear to this viewer is just what these fellows actually win should a winner emerge. Do they win a date with Anna? Do they win Anna's lifetime of affection? Will they walk down the aisle with Anna?
Also, despite the show's ostensible premise of a final revenge for the average nerdy pot-bellied joe, this past week's show reverted to stereotypes once again by bringing in a gang of "hunks", all riding across the desert in bright red convertibles.
As the show unfolded and as Anna chose a joe for a special date or as the joes squabbled amongst themselves or as individual joes spoke longingly to the camera of their trials, tribulations and great love of Anna, the TV camera would segue to a scene of red cars racing across the desert. The viewer is expected to assume the good looking guys driving are headed toward the average joes and Anna. To disrupt the joes' day by arriving just in time to get the girl as the viewer should deduce.
As with all reality shows, there are the weekly eliminations. This week a joe named Joshua was eliminated by Anna. There is the required drama and long tense pause as those being sent home get their bad news.
If I was Anna's grandmother I'd be having a long talk with this young lady.
Because who did Anna send home?
A CARPENTER!
Indeed Joshua is a carpenter though there was a twist to his dismissal.
Anna, dear lady. If you should find a fellow who is a carpenter you should latch onto him with a vengeance. Carpenters are more valuable then hen's teeth in this life and a young woman looking for a man could do way worse.
Carpenters make good money, often are multi-talented in the construction field and most important, will take tender care of the homestead.
At least as this Grandmother sees it.
It would turn out that in an odd twist in this show, one of the eliminated contenders is brought back and given new life via a complete fashion makeover.
So Anna has another chance at the carpenter. She should take care not to make this mistake again.
Another thing about these average joes that unnerved me. I thought many of them were very attractive and were the sort of fellow that The Wise I would have picked in a New York minute in my younger and dewier days.
As part of the show's design, those fellows in the red cars racing across the desert showed up on the scene just when the joes thought they were down to the wire. Indeed they were muscled and handsome in a California manner.
These were guys that I would have given short shrift in those younger and dewier days.
Now some may argue that my younger self wouldn't have stood a chance with the hunks thus my disdain. Which could be true.
NOT.
Then my younger self was almost as wise as my older self. If I met a handsome fellow who couldn't tear his gorgeous eyes away from the mirror I was often off in a huff before he even knew it. And I'm not convinced I am unique. This is where the "Average Joe" gets the stereotype wrong. Women seek a more well-balanced man given a choice.
For the surprising secret behind the stereotype as perpetuated on this series, it is exactly the average joes who an average jane would choose.
The premise of the series as it remains is that several average joes will now compete with several handsome hunks. All for the affections of Anna. Who, I must note, is herself not an average jane.
Maybe she's rich enough to hire her own carpenters.
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Scars
copyright 2005
Michelle Hakala Owner of the infamous HEX HOUSE
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I filled the gas tank in the car with fuel today before my twice-weekly journey to a neighboring town. Standing there pouring money into the side of my car, I watched an invisible war being waged just under the shelter of the station's overhang.
A banner was attached to the bottom of the overhang by its top two cords. Now the sign is meant to be attached at all four corners, but the way the station personnel had mounted this one, there was no place to attach the lower two corners. Gravity would do the rest; the sign would hang from its top two corner cords just fine.
Except for the wind.
The wind today wasn't too bad, but apparently that sign had more than it's share, because it was being smacked violently up until it was flat against the bottom of the overhang. (Can you visualize this?) Then the wind would slack off, and gravity would pull the sign down again.
Wind. Smack. Gravity. Lifeless drop. Smack. Ripple. Drop. Smack.
The last few days of wind have been absolutely horrible and the banner bore the signs of it. Jagged rips were forming all along the top and bottom border and in the bottom right corner so that you could no longer read what it had once said.
A week-long invisible battle showing visible scars. Life is like that sometimes.
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The Cat Comes Home
A man absolutely hated his wife's cat and decided to get rid of him one day by driving him 20 blocks from his home and leaving him at the park.
As he was getting home, the cat was walking up the driveway.
The next day he decided to drive the cat 40 blocks away. He put the beast out and headed home.
Driving back up his driveway, there was the cat!
He kept taking the cat further and further and the cat would always beat him home. At last he decided to drive a few miles away, turn right, then left, past the bridge, then right
again and another right until he reached what he thought was a safe distance from his home and left the cat there.
Hours later the man calls home to his wife: "Jen, is the cat there?"
"Yes", the wife answers, "why do you ask?"
Frustrated, the man answered, "Put that son of a bitch on the phone, I'm lost and need directions!"
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