In the new reality TV show by Bravo, Vanderpump Rules, the essence of stereotypical high school scenarios transcends into Sur, a restaurant deemed for the elite. There, the female waiting staff has the same maturity as a tween going through puberty. Enter the newbie, Scheana Marie, and the popular-Regina-George-clone, Stassi Schnoeder. Marie’s past of having an affair for eight months with a married man bubbles to the surface. Schnoeder then shuns the new teammate as a black sheep.
What is evident is how the cast, all legally adults who pay their own rent, behave like children. They ultimately burn the curtain that separates those teenagers still living with their parents and reveals that there is no mystery – there is no difference in personality. There are still the jealous popular girls who hunger for the attention they miss from home. There are still those awkward moments of shifting into place for people in new environments, within its first episode Vanderpump Rules has excelled typical artificial drama. It shows a reality that isn’t scripted.
Perhaps there is no metamorphosis with the person that you are before college and the one you become after – only the situation shifts and like a butterfly needing to survive in a new environment, most people try to camouflage their colors to survive. And such as Marie’s regrets after her affair, it makes one ponder that maybe change and development of character doesn’t come with age but with living life itself. It comes when any given scenario forces a breath of new life into a person making them choose whether to adapt, grow and survive or flounder under the weight of inexperience. That is why the gleam of innocence and childish petties can linger in the eyes of those in their late-twenties, for example such as the cast of Vanderpump Rules, because they have yet to taste the pressures of the real world. They have yet to burst from a narrow-minded cocoon.
Prompt: In a non-ficiton story no more than 500 words, write about the time that made you transform from a child to an adult.
On Bravo channel’s The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills Reunion a confirmation stunned the nation. Taylor Armstrong, a women who is forty, confirmed the news that her ex-husband had beaten her. She went into a detailed anecdote of how her once husband, Russell Armstrong, molded her into a woman that today she no longer recognizes. She gave insight to a typical afternoon in her household when she was married – falling under Russell’s reprimands and pleading with him to just knock her out unconscious, so it would be over.
The confession led to a dispute whether an ordeal as private as what occurs within ones home should be shared during a time when tragedy strikes. Taylor a widow with two children filed for divorce, and two weeks later Russell committed suicide. Some have questioned Taylor’s timing, including some of her cast mates. However, it is ironic for her other cast mates to point and discriminate against revealing a deeper side to the glamorous life in Beverly Hills when they all participate and get paid for putting their private lives on a weekly show. Besides when one out of every four women suffers from an abusive relationship, the public – no matter their financial background – can sympathize and relate more to a woman who rises above the millions and admits a fault in her life. When that fault can relate to millions of women worldwide, a show that only captures a millionaire’s lifestyles transforms into something more.
Prompt: Take an icon, whether a cartoon character or a historical figure, and have them say in a monologue no more than 500 words something that no one would have expected.
A few months ago when Wild Ones spread like wildfire through the radio stations, I became obsessed. The sugar sweet pitch that Sia provided throughout Flo Rida’s rap became the perfect concoction to any summer day. As my obsession took over, I searched through videos and photographs. The end result was defiantly not what I had expected. Due to Sia not wanting to perform live, it seems as though she signed off the rights for Flo Rida to have a girl lip-sing on stage. I took a quick peek on the duo’s performance on the Ellen show and noted how Sia’s replacement never matched the pitch, but did mesmerize audiences with the swing of her hips. In photographs of the girl and Flo Rida on stage, only Flo Rida’s name appeared. As I dug through more websites, it became evident that although the girl was present she was anonymous by name. What this led me to think was how much would one woman do to have literally her five-minutes of fame without name recognition for later on? As fun times come and go, it seems as though more women exchange their dignity to have a taste of the limelight. Despite the ridicule that these women receive they persevere to have their appearance. They “wing it” by being the moment’s artificial flavor. Now, as in most cases, there are always two parties at fault. As much as the young woman stepping in for Sia might not be as talented – who is at fault, her or the media? Although Sia’s quirky wardrobe doesn’t match with Flo Rida’s gold chains, appearances shouldn’t trump talent. As consumers, we have the ultimate power to advocate what we want from our million-dollar performers and one of those necessities on the check list for the next chart topping number should be talent – not trend.
Prompt: In a fiction piece of no more than 600 words, allow a character to lose themselves in a crowd and when they reappear, decide if they have changed and if so, into what.