We all look at Gawker occasionally, right?
I have a fair number of RSS feeds that I glance at probably once every six months. Gawker is one of them.
There are a fair number of pop culture artifacts that I shamefully check in on once every couple months. Jersey Shore is one of them.
When these two intersect, magical things can sometimes happen (if you’re unfamiliar with Divine, Google the dog poop scene in Pink Flamingos if you dare; it’ll close the loop on the following):
Between Ronnie and Sammi’s perpetual rigmarole, DJ Paulie Deceptive’s continued evasion of stalkers, and Snooki’s inability to get laid, love is the hardest thing for the guido to master.
At least in Snooki’s case, we have potentially discovered the reason. It happened in the opening minutes of last night’s transmission, when the crew returns from the club and Snooki climbs into the make-shift dog pen in her and JWOWW’s room and passes out with the dog. I fully expected her to wake up, the camera to zoom in on her face, and for her to put a turd fresh out of the dog’s ass into her mouth. That is when I suddenly realized that Snooki is the modern day Divine. Just like Divine, Snooki is a bit over-weight, known for her high hair, garish makeup, and skin-tight clothing. She isn’t so much a real woman as a hyperbolic idea of what a woman should be. And much like Divine’s character in seminal movie Pink Flamingos, Snooki is generally regarded by mainstream society as the filthiest person alive. Snooki is Divine! That is why no one loves her. Everyone loves to see a drag queen do her thing and behave foolishly on stage, but no one wants to take her home and cuddle once the makeup is off.
