Friday, May 01, 2009

Ryan Seacrest Got Beat Up By A Mommy Blogger

Recently, my favorite radio station picked up Ryan Seacrest's radio show and plays it in the afternoon. I accidentally heard some of it and died a little. I realized why I don't watch American Idol. The man climbs my ever-lovin' spine.

Why does this man get paid for ass-hattery? WHY? And if he can, why can't my ex, because dear God, a little child-support would be nice! Since then, I've changed stations. I don't volunteer to hear Ry-Ry, ever.

So imagine my shock when I hear Jackie from Momlogic is going on his show! NOOOOOO, Jackie, NOOOOO! There is no vaccination for ass-hattedness! No cure! We don't know that it isn't contagious! Why would she do this? Because she wrote a little post about Ryan giving lame advice to a married father, using the literary device of an open letter to his beard "girlfriend." Seems Ryan got his feelers hurt. Awwwww.

Now, let's for a moment imagine that you are in such bad shape that you feel the need to turn to the host of American Idol for help. I know, it's a stretch. The idea of anyone asking Ryan-fucking-Seacrest for advice on anything besides hair products boggles the mind. But lets say you are that desperate or delusional. One would imagine that a person with any sense of moral responsibility would say, "Dude, I am DJ/television personality and I am in NO WAY QUALIFIED to give you marital advice."

Not Seacrest. Nope. Homeboy tells the guy to get out. "Life's too short," says our little love guru. When Jackie calls him on this, he gets his panties in a wad and starts whining about her "snarky" blog post and the fact that she doesn't knooooow him. Um, Ryan, you are aware that you are the butt of our collective national joke, right?

He wants to know why she doesn't give "Marco" advice.

Well, let's see:

a) She's not a licensed therapist and she knows it.
b) Being married, she's aware that there are three sides to every story: hers, his and the truth.
c) She understands that when you give shitty advice, there are consequences. That may resonate through another person's life and all of the lives he touches.

I'm not going to address Mr. Seacrest's girlfriend. I don't know the woman, I don't know him and I don't give a rat's ass where their relationship goes. But I will say this: Ryan, you're beginning to take yourself far, far too seriously. Being ridiculously overpaid does not make you in any way, shape, or form qualified to dispense advice about anything not related to skin care, hair care or fashion. Talk about celebrities and pop music and let professionals handle people in crisis.

6 comments:

Ramona said...

LMAO as usual! When I heard the "interview", all I could visualize was Ry-Ry doing that little combat shuffle those toy dogs do. You know, where they're so little that to scratch the ground bounces their little bodies up in the air - oh so scary.

Maggie said...

LOL, you hit that nail on the head, girl! Ugh, our radio station has him on around the lunch hour and they constantly have people calling in for 'love' advice. I don't get it either. Seriously, dude, why???

mah-meeee said...

oh my goodness... so totally true. the man is so annoying beyond believe. i like simon much more than him.

David Dust said...

I wrote, erased, rewrote and erased my comment for this post. They were all too graphic and most involved Ryan Seacrest buttseks - 'nuf said.

So I'll say nothing at all...

XOXOXOXOXO

Raven said...

Seacrest needs to GFTO! He drives me UP A WALL. I totally love that Joel McHale is always slamming on him on The Soup.

Joel, you're my hero! Ryan, you'r a douche!

Heather said...

Someone asked Ryan Seacrest for marital advice? Really? I don't get it.

I've never heard his show, but I do watch American Idol, and he can be a bit much to take. It's always nice when Simon knocks him down a peg.

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