Money For Nothing. Brilliant.

It is so clear to me now.

Just like when I had that epiphany on Easter Sunday that Rolling Rock is a Christian beer.

Originally, I thought that Jersey Shore was just the latest pop-culture phenomenon/freakshow housing a bunch of different personalities and egos under one roof for the viewer’s pleasure.  And we could only sit, like an emperor in front of our television, and offer a ceremonial “thumbs up” or “thumbs down.”  We had no real power.  I mean, it’s not like we could vote people out of the house.  Little did I know how wrong I was.

The next thought that occured to me was that MTV’s producers were gonna simply keep moving the “cast” from beach town to beach town in an effort to lower property values along the New Jersey coast, so they (the producers) could sweep in and scoop up some beach houses on the cheap.  I’m not convinced this isn’t at least a little true, but then they went to Miami.

Well played.

Then “The Situation” appeared on Dancing With The Stars.  And then we learned that he was due to make $5 million in 2010.  And $11 million in 2011.

And as I was watching the first three episodes of he new season, and the cast returned to the now-famous Seaside Heights house in a BMW. Mercedes, Escalade, and Range Rover, it hit me.  This season is the payoff.  And it’s fucking genius.  Sure, we love laughing at people behind their backs or on our television set.  It’s as American as focus groups.  But Jersey Shore has actually hit on something even more fundamental.

Our obsession with fame.

And here’s where I was wrong after the first season; we may not have gotten to vote people on or cast people off, but we were as complicit in what happened to the “characters” as they were.  Maybe moreso.

Now the real fun begins.

Now that we’ve let these “monsters” (and I really do mean that in a nice way.  Believe me I’d take this post down if Snooki followed me on Twitter.)  we’ve conceived suckle on the nipple of notoriety, let’s put them back in the little, three-beds-to-a-room shore house, force them to work at the tee shirt shop again, and see what happens.  Since putting people on a pedestal for the sole purpose of knocking them off of it has supplanted baseball as our national pasttime, this season should be the best received yet. 

Just as the producers intended.

I know there are still some TV Guide toting traditionalists who believe that being a celebrity should be reserved solely for the relatives of other celebrities.  To you I say, there’s always the new Joan and Melissa Rivers project.

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  2. Isn’t “the situation” somewhere around 28 or 29 years old? What the hell is he doing hanging out at the shore? Back in the day when I spent my summers there when I was a wee lad of 19,20 and 21 and we ran into people that were even 2 or 3 years older and still working a summer job at the jersey shore we thought there was something wrong with you. Shouldn’t you have had a real job by now? And this guy is almost 30? I guess times have changed. Is it too late for me to get my old summer job back?

  3. I think Pauly D is even older than the Sitch. It’s kind of like that creepy guy who hangs around the seniors from high school even though he graduated like a decade ago. And yes, it is too late for you to get your summer job back. I don’t think Zaberers is even there anymore. :)

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