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Ive been told the entire point of reality TV is that it is pleasantly diverting.
(They are my friends, who are normal and enjoy normal things.)
Unfortunately, I have mostly found reality TV to be a harrowing experience.
Im specifically incapable of responding appropriately to reality TV that includes a competitive aspect.
This conceit is simple, elegant, and absolutely genius.
Heres why: The stakes are completely nonexistent.
CanNatalie Portmanmakeavegan carpacciowhile standing back-to-back with a professional chef?
If she can, thats cool!
If she cant, who freakin cares?
The moment she stops shaving radicchio onto raw coconut, she is Natalie Portman again.
(Disclosure: I watched this episode for 20 minutes and have no idea what happens to Nini.)
As such, the celebs appear, at all times, desperate to prove themselves.
(To Carla, to us, to God.)
Its a delight to behold.
She whispers oh jeez multiple times; when she finally opens her coconut she screams, Oh yes!!
At one point, she asks Carla, Is the sugar the one that looks like salt?
And later, when prompted to use a pan: Which ones the pan?
If you say it very fast, it sounds like Carlalalalala Music.
Carla is very obviously self-actualized.
What Im trying to say is Carla is my wife.
I cant make that not sound sexual, and thats because, in a large sense, it is.
What strain is Carla smoking?
I need to know.
