Run for the Hills

I speak fluent Spanish. I can read Hebrew and tell you about Judaism. I do yoga. I am a fast runner and a good swimmer. I can talk about politics and French wine. I work out four times a week and can discuss the pros and cons of the Geneva Convention. Some say I’m smart. Not if you judge me by what I watch because I watch rubbish!!!!

I am addicted to trash TV the way a fat kid is addicted to cake. My brother gave me copies of The Hills, the story of Lauren Conrad, who lives in LA and has a life some of us are unable to dream of. So I put the copies on and there was sound but no image. My computer showed me nothing (although I did hear at one point that Lauren was going to go shopping). I was distraught. I actually opened a bottle of white wine and had a glass wondering what Lauren was going to buy (duh! Clothes! And while she would shop 50 guys would probably propose to her).

I love European cinema, you know the kind where three people fall in love with each other and one moves to Moscow to discover himself while the other two open up a cake shop painted purple and go to raves. That type. But I also love trash TV. I cannot get enough of it. I was addicted to Big Brother, the English, Greek and Hungarian version, X-Factor, Survivor, Laguna Beach, The Simple Life, Dismissed… practically anything on MTV. I love the Real Life. At one point I actually joined a gym so I could watch Keeping Up with the Kardashians because I didn’t have Nova and that was the only place I could see it. But at least I could watch KUWTK with Greek sub while I was on the treadmill. Now I can run 5km without a break in under 10 minutes.

Of course these are just the reality. There is more: Gossip Girl, the OC, Dirty Sexy Money… the list is endless.

But what is our fascination with this phenomenon? We all want to have this amazing lifestyle where we sip cocktails at noon and go swimming. Actually we do; while living in Cyprus that can easily be done; but it doesn’t compare to LA. I know that I am trying to turn Nicosia into this crazy hip New York City of Cyprus. But who am I kidding? I try to live the Sex and the City lifestyle but it’s more Ex and the City if you read my recent posts. Wherever I have gone in Nicosia I have left a trail of destruction somehow (banned from Maple Leaf, told off at Zoo, fighting in Babylon…). Actually writing this made me realise that maybe I should have my own TV show ‘BabyBusinessMan and the City’ or maybe we could call it ‘The CY’. I could have a camera crew following me around in Nicosia, on dates, ordering at Mondo Café, going to Marks and Spencer home to buy stuff for my apartment, going to work, shopping at the periptero.... And then we can have a spin-off: BabyBusinessMan: the Beach (in Limassol).