They should have called it Vibeology
Thanks to reality TV, Paula Abdul is opening up her tiny head and inviting us inside to see what makes that rattling noise (hint: not drugs, definitely not drugs). The new show, which has the not entirely gay title "Hey, Paula!!!", is currently being promoted in the US with teaser trailers like this:
If that tiny clip leaves you wanting more, top notch gossip site Defamer has a slightly longer promo, in which we are fed the following "I'm not mad, me" tidbits:
Paula is carried up the stairs like a princess / woman who has had a little too much cheap sex on the beach, or whatever it is they're calling cocktails these days
Paula runs towards the camera like the loveable buffoon / manic coke*-fiend she really is
Apropos of nothing, Paula says "I love you" to a side street
Paula has ten tiny dogs, just like you or I might have if we were incredibly rich and spoilt
We see Paula's bff - her stylist, Daniel. With friends like these, etc, etc...
Paula says very clearly that she is "exhausted" - which presumably serves as an explanation of this disastrous TV appearance:
Inevitably, this will be must-see, car wreck TV. It'll be on Bravo in the US in August, so we'll probably get to see it in 2012, when all the television ever produced fits onto a little tiny white pill. No, Paula, don't eat it... Nooooooooo!
Paula in happier times (1989)
* That's the high sugar caffeine drink, not the Class A narcotic, obviously
If that tiny clip leaves you wanting more, top notch gossip site Defamer has a slightly longer promo, in which we are fed the following "I'm not mad, me" tidbits:
Inevitably, this will be must-see, car wreck TV. It'll be on Bravo in the US in August, so we'll probably get to see it in 2012, when all the television ever produced fits onto a little tiny white pill. No, Paula, don't eat it... Nooooooooo!
* That's the high sugar caffeine drink, not the Class A narcotic, obviously
Labels: Music, Paula Abdul, TV