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You must be good-looking to be on tv

The only reason I watched Smallville was because of Tom Welling’s stunning looks. After awhile even young Superman’s charms could not make up for the atrociousness of the series. Similarly, I sat through an equally bad tv series that was axed after one season called Young Americans for the sole reason of ogling at a gorgeous actor called Ian Somerhalder. It also starred the then unknown Kate Bosworth, so you can guess what kind of lame television show it was.

After that, I moved on to Dark Angel. I quite like it premise (after all I am a sci-fi and fantasy buff) but as a woman, part of the attraction was the wheelchair dude who was Jessica Alba’s boss. (See, I can’t remember his name anymore). My interest in Dark Angel waned when I realised he wasn’t that cute but perked up again upon the arrival of a character called Alec, played by Jensen Ackles. Hello, handsome. Alas, my happiness was short-lived as Jensen only had a guest role and the series was discontinued after two seasons, despite it doing well.

And so, the likes of me had to be content with the boring and moderate-looking on television. Yes, there was the odd bright spark like that Sawyer bloke in Lost but 10 seconds of Sawyer with his shirt off was not adequate recompense for Lost’s mind-numbing tedium.

Then one day, as I was flipping through channels I came across a tv series called Supernatural. The plot’s nothing new, being a re-hash of several old plots from various horror movies, ghost stories and urban legends. But the beauty of it comes from its two leads, the very pretty Jensen Ackles (yummy) and the not-bad-looking-either Jared Padalecki, who is made infinitely prettier when he smiles, but most especially when he smiles while only wearing a towel. Rrrrrrr!!! So an occasionally good, sometimes average tv series is transformed into a must-see every week because looking at two hot young men is pleasing to the soul.

So much so that instead of waiting for TV3 to show or not show each episode became a weekly torture, me and my fellow Supernatural admirer, my sister, had to go to our local ciplak DVD seller to get our fix of Dean (Jensen Ackles) and Sam (Jared Padalecki). My sister prefers Dean over Sam (Dean being the much handsomer brother) but I’m not choosy.

Honestly though, I think I wouldn’t be as crazy over Dean if my sister wasn’t so obsessed over him as well. It’s just that it’s more fun when I tease her about:
a) how much Dean loves me
b) how much Dean does not love her
c) the fact that Dean just called me to say that I’m hot

My sister will be mad when she reads this but hey, I can’t help it if Dean fancies me more, can I?

Comments

Anonymous said…
Dear Kere, I'm sorry to have to tell you this but you're nuts, lady! Maryam and I share a special bond that no craaaazy old sister with a blog can break. You see, we're both black sheeps but hey, at least we're the good looking ones in the family. Besides, she's the one with her tits out. Hell, if it makes you feel any better, Sam's in a towel right now smiling away and he says hi. You geeks will get along just fine.
--- Sincerely, Dean (the Handsome One)
Kere said…
Dear Dean,
I know this can't have come out of your mouth willingly. I know you are somewhere, crying over a keyboard as you type this total travesty while Maryam is holding a gun to your head. Do not fear, my heart, for I shall come and rescue you from her evil clutches. You are buff enough to rescue yourself but I understand that you are too kind to cause my sister any harm.

I shall get Sam (with or without his towel) to come with me because the road to you is long and lonely and I could do with the company. Until then, my sweet....

Yours truly
Kere
Anonymous said…
Dear Kere, we don't have to hug or anything do we? Cause you're craaaazy. CRAAAAAAZY. And you don't have your tits out. Hell, I'll stay in Maryam's evil clutches anytime... man, those clutches, now those are some clutches.
Kere said…
Dear god Dean! What is that whackjob woman doing to you? She's cast some hideous spell on you. If you want tits, I'll show you some tits!!! I've got them....they're here somewhere, I'm sure....
Anonymous said…
Err...thanks but no thanks. Maryam's all I need.

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