The curtain is set to close on the cultural clusterfuck that was MTV’s Jersey Shore. I for one, as a positive Italian American Icon of sorts, feel both a swell of pride as well as anger as I gutted out the final episodes as startling details about the cast were revealed, but I’ll get to that later. First let’s examine the highlights of this asshole casserole.
First, I would like to address the relationship between Ronnie and Sammi. I was sorely mistaken in an earlier post when I made my character assessment of Sammi as being the “patron saint” of the house. I have to blame my misfire on the boner I had when I saw her in a bikini during the intros, but I digress. This twat has done nothing but rattle Ronni’s already hyper-emotional, steroid infused psyche. All this dude wants to do is fight, fuck, or cry. The three things together is probably the most accurate representation of what culminates into his ideal sexual encounter. The last thing he needs is Sammi pouring gasoline on an already raging, roaring, roid inferno.
Sammi is a sourpuss of the very first order. The only thing that seems to bring even a glimmer of joy into her life is the misery of others, or more specifically, Ronnie. Even on the boardwalk when Ronni was walking away from that bald turd, she kept stirring the pot. Happy now Sammi? Your boyfriend clobbered a big mouth jabroni until Ronnie was almost too tired to run away from the cops. But somehow at the end of the night Ronnie begged her forgiveness.
Ronnie is not exonerated here. Three weeks in a house with Sammi and he’s shopping for promise rings? Let’s call this what it really is - territorial pissing between Mike “The Situation” and Ronnie. The exact same thing would have happened with J Woww had she been dubbed “the hottest girl in the house”. The two have been grunting at each other for Sammi’s affections since day one.
The thing that may have finally doomed this whirlwind affair for good happened on the reunion show when Ronnie was presented with an outtake that showed Sammi batting her spider leg lashes at “The Situation”. Judging from his reaction, Ronnie seemed well on his way to dropping Sammi like deuce in a boardwalk port-o-potty.
And now for one of the most egregious reality show misrepresentations of the past, oh say, 3 days. J Woww is not…are you ready for this? J Woww is not even Italian! She is nothing more than a scab in disguise. Us card carrying dagos have to stick together. If any of the other cast were worth their weight in cannoli, they would’ve blown the whistle on this balloon knockered fraud the minute they found out her last name was Farley. MTV executives should be ashamed of themselves for making a futile attempt at affirmative action. Outrageous. On second thought, the second W may be for Wannabe. Wannabe authentic Guidette. For shame, Jwoww.
I have to make another retraction, this time regarding Vinny. I was a little hard on the guy for clearly being the only dude in the house not jacked to the gills on steroids and for being about as interesting as a fart in the shower. He stepped up to the plate as a formidable foil to Mike “The Situation” by constantly threatening to bone Mike’s sister. His mother’s appearance also brought tears to the Fang’s eyes by bringing enough food to the house to feed a Shriner’s convention and cleaning the house from top to bottom. Some would argue that engaging in such obsessive behavior only keeps the mind busy enough to distract from fact that your son is a total douche bag, but suffice it to say, it made me want to call my mom.
And then there’s Snooki. She wound up the season much the same way she started – as a drunken sexual omnivore whose craving for attention is only surpassed by her appetite for booze. Still, I can’t help but feel a soft spot for her honest, unabashed sluttiness and her willingness to get her little ass kicked all over the place. She ended her tenure at the Jersey shore getting basted in the frothy filth of the house hot tub with “The Situation’s” tongue in her mouth.
With products already being marketed, including a weight loss supplement endorsed by J Woww called “Insane Liquid” and spinoffs undoubtedly in the works, I would like to take this opportunity to implore the TV execs at CNN to change their current wack-ass format for The Situation Room and replace Wolf Blitzer with Mike “The Situation”. That’s pretty much all you need – The Situation, a room, and a couple of broads. Have the ladies describe in sordid detail, the various ways in which Mike got creepy with them in a room. Maybe have DJ Pauly D holding down the wheels of steel a la Kid Capri during the hay day of Def Comedy Jam. I’m just sayin’ it would be a hit.
As the Fangman sat waiting for the final chapters of Jersey Shore play out, I couldn’t help but get a little misty knowing that I may not see chemistry like this until next season, when it is rumored that this exact same cast will get another crack at joining such other Italian American luminaries as Gotti, Stallone, and Danza in the hallowed annals of Italian American history. But for now, the curtain is closed and we must find a new way of dealing with winter ennui. For me, it’s late January - time to get my base on for the upcoming beach season. See you on the Shore.
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