Cheeseburger in Taradise
We've been ignoring Tara Reid's attempt to elevate her boozehound status to international, live-action levels with her new E! television travel series, Wild on Tara. (Frankly, Wild On... has never been the same since Jules Asner left, and we can only stomach so many shots of Reid's malformed stomach.) But last night, as we turned on our talking box and flipped through TWC's tasty offerings, we noticed E! was airing something called Taradise.
Wait — Taradise? Could E! have abandoned the Wild on Tara title, that monikor which so perfectly evoked content-appropriate images of Reid being showered with pearl necklaces? Apparently so, and our worldly little brother has the report on just how Taratastic the show is:
Tara Self-Loathing Index: Existential and very Hemingway. Over the course of the show, even though she refused to actually run with the bulls, Tara shames herself into unconsciously speaking as if she did participate. Note factual corrections in brackets: So much that goes into this ... and the running of the bulls is such a beautiful experience [that I didn t have]. Or, Absolutely, I d [try to] do it again. Or, I just [did not have] the craziest experience!
So really, Tara didn't do anything. But, oh, what we would have given to see Tara trampled by bulls — not that she would've felt a single thing. Silicone and tequila make for a nice protective layer.
