First off: I apologize for that really cheesy post title.
And second: I was long overdue for some mention of Bon Jovi on this blog.
We’ll start with the first on that lovely state we call New Jersey.
I make fun of it as much as the next person, but I have to admit I have a little Jersey in me. My grandparents lived in Wildwood, so it was my second residence for many summer evenings and Easters.
I have very fond memories of the boardwalk, beach, and wudder ice.
I’ve got close friends from the state and the two loves of my life are also Jersey born- the husband and
Mr. Jon Bon Jovi himself.
I may try to come off a little more sophisticated on this blog but I can screen my real loves of 80’s music and hair metal bands. But the truth is out- I know every lyric to every Bon Jovi song, I had his poster in my dorm room (in the 2000’s), and have seen them 8 times in concert.
So see? I feel I have some real love for the Garden State.
But let me tell you what is not helping:
I’ve spent a lot of time with my dvr and reality shows this summer. I watch the Housewives- all of them. I discuss their arguments at length with my mother. I get the special charm that is the Jersey Shore cast. But I’ve reached a breaking point.
And that would be Joe Giudice, shirtless.
Please stop. Your state already has enough of a reputation- don’t hurt it anymore.
We’ll be back tomorrow with a slightly higher class of posts, but for today you’re stuck with Juicy Joe.