I don’t know if there has ever been a show with more guilty pleasure components than Jersey Shore. I suppose an argument could be made for the characters and preposterous escalating plotlines of Melrose Place, but that was scripted so I don’t think it’s fair to compare the two. (Hmmmm – was Melrose Place the precursor to non-competition drama-fueled reality shows? That deserves a dissertation!)
One of my top five guilty pleasures on the show (Out of maybe 30. Well, 29 since they no longer have the duck phone) is the fact that I absolutely can’t help but find Jwoww unbelievably attractive! It’s not just her good looks and overly inflated bustline, but it’s that danger element! Being in the same room with that estrogenic tour de force would instantly transform my modest self-image into Michael Cera-esque dweebdom as I eventually would build up the nerve to walk up to her and stutter, “M-m-m-miss Jw-w-w-woww? C-c-c-c-could I hav-vuh-vuh-vuh your autog-g-g-g-graph?” At which point she would turn around, look at me for all of 3 seconds, crumple me up and toss me in the trash bin.
She somehow makes me like all the stuff I usually don’t like: tattoos, fake boobs, naval piercings, uncontrollable alcohol-induced rages and apparently baggy sweatpants!
Jwoww’s one of those women you have to be a real badass to date, and even though I am the furthest thing from a badass, I would gladly sacrifice myself for the opportunity! If I did somehow get the chance (maybe by winning a “Date Jwoww contest?) I think I would last about 20 minutes before I did something or said something that would cause her to chew me up and spit me out – but it would be SOOOO worth it!
Anyways… enough of my Jwoww fetishizing. Here are some more photos of the imitable Jenni Farley out and about in Seaside heights, New Jersey as she and the rest of the Guide crew film the third season of Jersey Shore.
Photos: FAME Pictures