Univision

So I’m sitting here on Saturday, noonish, drinking some coffee and eating cereal. I should be preparing to write my admissions essay for public policy school, but I get sidetracked by an interesting piece of reality programming on Univision. Basically it consists of two tasty bitches playing Jenga. The one who appears to be the fan favorite is dressed in tight fitting jeans with patterned stitching on the back, several bracelets on her right arm, long diamond-shaped dangly earrings and a silver necklace with a small bauble that hangs over a teal tube top. The other is the designated hoochie in this contest. Her outfit is sky blue from head to toe. She’s wearing fuck-me stilettoed heels with fishnet stockings and ass-hugging jean shorts that give her a cameltoe. She’s wearing one of those silly half-cocked club hats, this one denim with a a bow just above the brim, and a lacy, partially see-through bra type thing that dangles a jeweled skull and crossbones between her bombs. The camera begins every shot of the Jenga tower with an unsubtle tit shot. It’s compelling television. The girls are consulted with respect to which blocks to remove and how to remove them by various dudes, one of whom has a buckled white jacket with a snap collar that makes him look like he just stepped out of a late-80s foreign language textbook. The audience clearly loves this shit, which seems to be like the Hispanic, models-only version of a dice game. When the fan favorite topples the tower, a dude (not the jacket dude) with a ponytail and a green and orange T-shirt puts a fat stack of colorful, foreign-looking currency on top of the pile of blocks, the audience goes wild, and the hoochie starts dancing, hands raised. The end. Fascinating.