Evidence
Exhibit A: I Am Old and Crotchety
My family watches American Chopper almost every time it airs. I watch it with them sometimes. Last night we were watching some clip show retrospective kind of thing and I realized that it really distresses me when the guys destroy things, like chairs and windows and Ford Explorers. In my head I’m like, “that’s a perfectly good couch – you could give it to poor children or something!” My dad is also bothered a bit by the destruction of property, while my younger sisters think it’s “deadly awesome” and “freakin’ hilarious.” This is clearly a sign that I will one day be carefully washing my paper towels in the sink and hanging them up to dry so that I can reuse them.
Exhibit B: I Am Out of My Damn Mind
Last night we also watched Nashville Star – or, more accurately, we kind of TiVoed through NS at fast speed, since everyone but my mom and I had seen it the night before. During this quick viewing, I found myself powerfully and inexplicably attracted to Bret Michaels. Yeah, formerly of Poison. Yeah, with the stupid cowboy hats and the history of having sex with Pamela Anderson. Yeah, I don’t know either.
Sigh. Bret Michaels…. nothing but a good time.
Next to the “screwy face” photo are two categories. One is labeled, “self”. Scrolling through those pictures I found more pics of almost-nude men than I believe most would expect.
“it really distresses me when the guys destroy things, like chairs and windows and Ford Explorers. In my head I’m like, “that’s a perfectly good couch – you could give it to poor children or something!â€
It’s good to see that you are not sucked into the wanton wastefulness of American Chopper. I’m glad you know enough not to let yourself become desensitized.
i love american chopper and all things american chopper INCLUDING THE DESTROYING OF THINGS. and i think that’s totally fine to do, there’s nothing wrong with it. if i had that kind of money, i’d tear shit up all the time.