24 1 / 2010
A Fist Pumpin Vietnam Version of Jersey Shore
I got this brilliant concept for a new reality TV Show. Jersey Shore meets America’s Top Model meets the Apprentice meets Beauty and the Geek; well maybe not that last one. You get a 4 bedroom house or apartment in Saigon, you fill it up with at least 6 people. Not just any people… models. From all around the world. Some Russians, sometimes Brazilians, point is get a mix of different ages, cultures and background. Then make one of the leading characters run VC funded start up in a downturn economy and watch as he pulls his hair out dealing with investors, employees and customers. The other lead, make him a fast up coming star in the country… so hopefully other famous people can come over to get drunk too. And that’s the key; alcohol. Lots of it. Just like the reality show the Ultimate Fighter, if you mix in a bunch of Type A personality people, make them share rooms and living spaces, work in a high stress level enviroment and give them too much booze… then it’s a guaranteed formula for creating an absolute nut house… or really great and interesting TV.
It would be a great Reality TV show. But it’s not a Reality show it’s Actually our real lives out here. It has been our reality for the last 2 years. Having a model agency and having some models live with us gives outsiders a certain impression that’s not exactly true. From the outside or back at home, some people must think we’re just having a blast, hanging out with models all the time. But really our household have always been a nut house. When you do see models, it’s usually addressing some problem they have. Everybody who actually lived with us, have always been cool… since all of them have always been the cool kids. But that mixture of situations like they set up in reality TV shows works in making people (especially me) go cuckoo. Yeah, I know when I bitch about this, I can hear the sound of the world’s tiniest violin playing. I’ll admit, it’s been a great experience since now I literally have friends from all around the world, and got to learn so much more by living with them. There’s never a dull moment.
*add to my list of complaints
My pet peeves of things asked or stated in regards to living in the house
- I do not run brothel, so don’t even ask
- I’m not a walking match.com either, so hook yourself up
- People who think all models are stupid, but then can barely speak coherently when they’re sitting next to a hot chic
- Think people in the house just stare at themselves in mirrors all day, in truth all of the people actually get ready to go out much faster than ‘normal’ people
- People hoping to come over so they can join in on some huge orgy that we have going on every night
… and no we’re not the guido’s of Vietnam, but we do love house music.
