My theory is that Jersey Shore exists solely so that lazy comedians can have something easy to parody. Note that SNL, which employs more lazy comedians than any show in history, has a Jersey Shore parody almost every week. The people on the show (from what I gather, I haven’t watched it) are essentially self-parodies already, so poking fun at them is like shooting fish in a barrel.
Note to comedians: shows like this are good for cheap laughs, but when your take on them is essentially dressing up and saying EXACTLY what they say, and acting EXACTLY like they act, you’re being lazy. Sure, you’ll get some laughs, but you’ll die a little inside each time, and before you know it you turn into Jay Leno, rehashing old jokes for octogenarians on NBC.
A sad pathetic excuse for a male; not necessarily of Italian descent, but most likely; usually native to the New York/New Jersey Tri-State area.
WARDROBE: tight zipper shirts, tracksuits, designer jeans, fuzzy kangol hats, tiny hoop earrings, fake gold chains, and related Euro-trash garb and tacky cheese-wear.
NATURAL HABITAT: Known to frequent Tri-State area malls looking for club gear to waste their week’s pay on (most likely spotted shopping at “Bang Bang” in Staten Island). During the day when not at their food delivery, telemarketting, or construction job, can be located at their local gym tanning or lifting weights. Can be found nightly at mainstream danceclubs they read about online (SF, Webster Hall, Etc.). Most notable for cruising the Jersey shore in an old car (Honda, Mustang, etc.) which has been tinted, painted and sports $1,000-$3,000 rims in a feeble attempt to look like new. Guido cars usually have a boomin’ system through which cheesy music like freestyle, commercial club/trance and hip-hop (anything KTU plays) is loudly blasted.
GENETIC LINKS: Directly related to modern day urban-guidos, A.K.A. “wiggers,” A.K.A. “wegros;” urban-guidos are white males who once exhibited the traits referenced above, but have now instead opted to keep it unreal, with wardrobes consisting of clothes from labels like FUBU and Rocawear which they bought on sale at Macy’s. These individuals still listen to the same music and drive the same type of car as their predece…
and enjoy laughing at guidos from the world’s smallest soapbox, dudes (do i detect a hint of jealousy, considering they’re your social superiors, intelligence notwithstanding, and wouldn’t waste their time nitpicking over what complete strangers put on their facebook profiles?)
@yall – pretty sure these people have a trait known as “self-confidence,” found in many emotionally healthy people. Don’t think they care too much about what people who make comments on lamebook.com think of them.
HELLO AM A SINGEL WOMIN HU IS LUKIN 4 A MAN WIT A TAN. I also think this post on lamebook is a harsh and derogatory view on women with tanned skin and light lipstick, if you have any faith in humanity, please remove it. Thank you
I’m not defending anyone. I’m wondering why people who need to scrape together tiny shreds of ego by making petty anonymous comments about strangers’ facebooks think they’re any better, for some reason, than people who may not be as smart, but definitely enjoy their lives a lot more than you guys must.
Dracula, why is “ego” so important? Isn’t ego generally something that has to be gotten over?
Secondly, yes, with all my flaws and imperfections I can boldly (and egotistically?) say that I am “better” than east coast oranges.
I still, to this day cannot wrap my head around the idea that these people are serious. I still wonder if this isn’t just a huge joke that I don’t get. How can these people walk around looking so supremely ridiculous? They CANNOT be real!
You think these people have “social skills”? In what way does having Cheeto orange skin, ridiculous hair and tiny clothing make someone socially skilled? What about their behavior is socially superior?
Looks like Dracula = Guido? I’m thinking so. In any case I hope people realize that these people do not represent that whole. Meaning all Italian Americans. p.s. If you’re orange, have perfectly man-scapped eyebrows, and use at least, if not more then, one bottle of gel a week, you should be lined up and shot. And who the hell are these woman that date them? Quit encouraging this madness! We shall line you up and shoot you too.
Dracula, that was deliberate. Your social intellect is stunning.
SomeRandomChick, I think you are right about Dracula. I do have to say I am married to a man of Italian decent but we live in the west so not only do I not have any of these stereotypical ideas, I still feel like I’m missing some part of a joke!
But Dracula, you call people who post morsels on the internet “ego-starved geeks” while doing the same thing yourself in the form of bemoaning judgment of stereotypes. This is exactly why I cannot imagine you to be real either. So, orange or not, you have something in common with these tangerine weirdos…you are beyond belief.
It doesn’t matter what I’m doing. I’m pointing out truths about your life that you weren’t aware of. Now you are. You’re welcome.
Anyway, fun for these “weirdos” constitutes the relatively normal activities of leaving the house, interacting with their friends, and having sex. Fun for you, the “normal” one, is sitting in front of your computer and looking for petty reasons to make fun of people you’ll never meet. Insecure much?
@poopcalculator – As an Italian girl from Joisey, more specifically hailing from…dun dun dun…The Shore, I feel your pain. Passing the time mocking the guidos (and bennies) was part of our everyday routine growing up. And while I no longer live there, it cracks me up to watch people’s reactions here in the NW upon realizing that these kooky caricatures of a region/nationality can and do exist.