off to see the diddy
If you aren't watching "Making the Band 3: Season 2", you, my friend, are missing out.
The title alone should clue you in to the amazing treats that live on Thursday nights on MTV. Last season, the Diddy began his attempt to form an all-girl band. (Mr. Sean John has conveniently forgotton that he has ALREADY DONE THIS. Dream was awesome primarily because only one of the members could sing and, sadly, had the misfortune of being kind of apalling-looking. Conversely, only one of the members was hot, but she couldn't sing. The solution? Have the ugly one sing while the camera focuses on the hot girl. Amazingly mediocre.) P. Dids was unable to complete the titular act, however, since all but three girls failed to measure up to his exacting specifications (read: several of them were b-u-s-t busted or totally could not sing). At season's end, he let the three girls who could kind of keep a tune, sort of dance and weren't totally hid get called back to the second season. They aren't even in the band. They have to repeat the whole process. Phenomenal.
This season, most of the girls can at least sing, although I have serious doubts about the dancing capabilities of some of them. They aren't as...genetically challenged as some of the girls from last season. Things bode well for the making of a band to go down.
The best thing about the show, however (aside from the fact that one of the girls is named Taquita, which I do believe would translate to "Little Taco"), is P. Diddy: Arbiter of Blackness. You kind of have to see this to believe it. Basically, Diddiddity Doo Dah believes that if you can't dance, you aren't authentically black. Last season, the Diddy of P. told the black and Latina girls who couldn't dance that they were, more or less, race traitors. In the first episode of this season, he threatened to revoke the blackness of several clumsy auditioners. There are like ten AAS 101 papers here, y'all. What offensive thing will he say next? I, for one, cannot wait.
The title alone should clue you in to the amazing treats that live on Thursday nights on MTV. Last season, the Diddy began his attempt to form an all-girl band. (Mr. Sean John has conveniently forgotton that he has ALREADY DONE THIS. Dream was awesome primarily because only one of the members could sing and, sadly, had the misfortune of being kind of apalling-looking. Conversely, only one of the members was hot, but she couldn't sing. The solution? Have the ugly one sing while the camera focuses on the hot girl. Amazingly mediocre.) P. Dids was unable to complete the titular act, however, since all but three girls failed to measure up to his exacting specifications (read: several of them were b-u-s-t busted or totally could not sing). At season's end, he let the three girls who could kind of keep a tune, sort of dance and weren't totally hid get called back to the second season. They aren't even in the band. They have to repeat the whole process. Phenomenal.
This season, most of the girls can at least sing, although I have serious doubts about the dancing capabilities of some of them. They aren't as...genetically challenged as some of the girls from last season. Things bode well for the making of a band to go down.
The best thing about the show, however (aside from the fact that one of the girls is named Taquita, which I do believe would translate to "Little Taco"), is P. Diddy: Arbiter of Blackness. You kind of have to see this to believe it. Basically, Diddiddity Doo Dah believes that if you can't dance, you aren't authentically black. Last season, the Diddy of P. told the black and Latina girls who couldn't dance that they were, more or less, race traitors. In the first episode of this season, he threatened to revoke the blackness of several clumsy auditioners. There are like ten AAS 101 papers here, y'all. What offensive thing will he say next? I, for one, cannot wait.
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