rotflmao!
It’s like you are reading my mind. The ads for this show made me have flashbacks to Polyester, which isn’t a place I want to go.
I had wanted to see “Pink Flamingos” since I was in high school, and it was the second movie I got when I signed up for Netflix; it would have been the first but I didn’t initially know they carried NC-17 titles.
Roger Ebert rated it zero stars, and said, “How do you rate a movie like this?” Another reviewer said that John Waters must have gotten the bright idea one day to make movies that were so warped, the reviewers would look like perverts for having sat through them.
If you’re not familiar with “Pink Flamingos”, DO NOT Google it on a work computer. The most (in)famous scene in it is actually the least shocking thing in the whole picture.
and you wonder why those of us who don’t have cable are so arrogant about it…
Centuries from now, when archeologists are sifting through the rubble of our once great experiment with Democracy, this will be seen as the tipping point into Armageddon.
I just got back from a short vacation up the California coast. The motel I stayed in had very few choices in channels on its TV. It seems Honey Boo boo was one of the few options. It took me about 1 minute to turn the TV off when that show came on. People actually watch that? They must have one very boring life.
Dare I ask, but what were some of the smells featured?
Oh I’m sure they’re happily coating themselves in margarine and farting all the way to the bank when the cameras are off. Actually I’d be surprised if they really live in that dump of a house as opposed to having something a little nicer and are only using the building as a prop–they’ve become actors of a sort. Camera whores at the very least.
My youngest daughter watches it but I’ve never really understood her. I walked in once and…you can’t not watch it. It’s like a bad road accident that just keeps getting more and more horrible. As I was watching, my oldest came into the room and froze, her eyes locked on the disaster unfolding on the Hi-Def LED. Eventually I managed to look over at her and noticed her mouth was flopped open and her eyes were bugging out a little. I was going to laugh at her, but I realized the same thing had happened to me!
The Learning Channel, indeed. Unless they’re doing some very subtle case study with this show they’ve taken the whore’s path just like MTV.
Jeez, I know who I’d rather spend time with…
Their house certainly isn’t a mansion but it’s not like it’s filthy and falling down around them. I agree with Bob Ducca. I like them as a family, and if you actually pay attention to their interactions with each other and their community you can see that they’re good people.
Ummm … is this from the same show? Pig shit on the kitchen table =/= *not *filthy. In fact, that’s pretty much the definition of filthy, isn’t it?
The pig pooped on the table once, everyone was disgusted, they cleaned it up and sometime later got rid of the pig.
That is not what I would consider living in filthy conditions.
We’re probably in agreement there. I judge the BooBoos and disapprove of their priorities. There may be love but I see no self-respect and no respect for June and her latest man. You judge them favorably, and that’s your prerogative.
I don’t have the stamina for a good pit fight today, so I’ll just do my pile-on post and check out. But I’ll own my mistake of posting in the pit–I’ll totally cop to being an inolerant, elitist creep or whatever my post makes me out to be.
I’m more “annoyed” at the fact that TLC’s original programming wasn’t financially sustainable (there’s a video out there somewhere pointing out why MTV’s original programming was/is not). That says something about the audience and what they want that I don’t like. 
Seriously, the only pig that should be in the house, let alone on the kitchen table, is one that has been turned into bacon.
I can get behind that, I’m just saying that that incident was no different than someone’s pet pooch having an accident.
This article sums up pretty well how I feel about this family:
Here’s why you should admire honey-boo-boo
Lots of people feel the same way about pretty much all animals. I feel that way about rats. That doesn’t mean the homes of people who keep dogs or cats or even nasty, verminous rats as pets are automatically filthy.
And I seriously doubt the pig dump was any more disgusting than my baby niece’s diaper blow-out that she tromped into the carpet last weekend. (I’m not sure what they’re feeding the kid, but it smelled like a mixture of rotting possum and swamp water.) If she’d been in her Bobo on the kitchen table instead of in her bouncy seat, would that have made my sil’s house automatically filthy? I mean, an animal shit in there, ffs.