It’s All About Innocence, Can’t You Tell?
By Glinda
That baby is as cute as all get-out, but this picture just doesn’t do it for me. Yes, yes, white is the color of innocence and newness and shininess and all that jazz. However, this is a bit overdone.
I can hear the sylist muttering to themselves right now, “I will make this picture REEK of innocence. If they can’t allow the innocence into their cold, black hearts, I will shove it down their throats!”
And really, does anyone care about Trista and whatshisname anymore?
September 14th, 2007 at 6:58 pm
Advertising-y.
September 14th, 2007 at 7:18 pm
I see that picture and think that that baby is just waiting to puke on all that white. I did not even recognize the people in the picture until you mentioned who they were.
September 14th, 2007 at 7:20 pm
I never understood the appeal of those people. The only reason I recognized her is that she looks just like one of my college roommates.
September 14th, 2007 at 7:52 pm
I have no clue who those people are!
September 14th, 2007 at 11:11 pm
I don’t even know who they are but all that white is ridiculous. You’re so right it is “overdone”
September 16th, 2007 at 6:56 pm
So…who ARE they?
Seriously, when I saw this I thought it was an ad for those freaky-realistic baby dolls that childless couples buy/”adopt.”
September 16th, 2007 at 6:57 pm
I was thinking, “gosh, they look familiar”, but couldn’t place them. That was the ONLY show of that type, and the only reality show other than the first “High School Reunion”, that I ever watched - my then-roommate and I did enjoy the tables-turned format of the show, and watched it every week. But, gee, brunette must be “in”.
P.S. nice Ikea chair.
September 16th, 2007 at 6:59 pm
Ah - the Canadians are getting caught up on Sunday afternoon!
She is the girl from “The Bachelorette” TV show, he is the husband she got from the show, and that is apparently their offspring.
September 16th, 2007 at 7:41 pm
Thanks for the 411! He looks like the best of that bunch, although I generally prefer not to pick my significant others out of a lineup. Still, that’s just me.