::Changes purple bracelet to the other wrist and starts over from day 0::
I do not understand Extreme Makeover: Home Edition.
It is a spin-off or copycat or whatever you want to call it of the original Extreme Makeover, where plastic surgeons and other beautification experts take normal people and make them "better." They fix their teeth, cut their hair, suck the fat out of their stomachs or give them new boobs, and generally improve on what is already there.
But if the original program did it like Home Edition, they wouldn't bother spending all that time and energy fixing something they deem imperfect. They would send the imperfect human to the gas chamber, start over with someone from America's Next Top Model, dress her up, then give her the former imperfect one's name and call it a makeover.
Now don't get me wrong. I love Extreme Home, at least the last 20 minutes where I get to see a gigantic brand new home with all the latest technology, furniture styles, and building trends. (Though I could do without all the discussion of everyone's feelings.) But this is not a makeover. It is a demolition and rebuild. Calling it a makeover just seems wrong. *grump*
And since I'm bitching, all that for just one family? It seems excessive. The family usually gets a car, too. A brand new car. Or two. And a pool or something equally unnecessary yet fabulous. How many Habitat for Humanity homes could they build with the donated time, materials, and money that goes into one Extreme Home for one family, I wonder. But that would not make good TV. The sponsors would disappear and Ty Pennington would have to fall back on being a mere Sears spokesman until Hollywood found him another home improvement-related show to showcase his crazy ass personality.
And now Extreme Makeover: Home Edition is going to Hawaii so the cast and crew can have a holiday and call it work.
I wish it were me.
