I have nothing to say about last night's Jersey Chore/Snore/Bore. After last week's gleeful declaration of sexist double standards, I figured I was pretty much done with it and this week, I found I was pretty much right. (Really, even Pauly's squandering his likability with enough nonsense hollering to make him unwatchably obnoxious at this point?) When Snooki and Angelina took part in two (two!) rounds of a physical altercation, I felt like I was watching my mommies fight. I don't know what I wanted more: for them to stop or for them to kill each other so I could get the TV back.
I'm going to stick out the viewing till the end of this season (and next season's return to Jersey is tantalizing, for sure), but the recapping may be over. One of the worst things you can do (outside of the realm of human atrocity) is speak when you have nothing to say. It would be helpful if the cast of Jersey Shore knew this, but no matter: I'm transcending anyway.