mischievousAnd some of that guilty pleasure is this: One of the participants is former teen pop singer Tiffany.
Who got curvy and hot. (Edited To Add: Hey, here's a better shot.)
I didn't even recognize her at first, beyond a vague Where do I know her from...? thing. And what's her last name?, I thought, missing the point; she'd come from (to borrow Gilbert Gottfried's term) The Land of the One-Named People, back when she was performing concerts in shopping malls and covering "I Think We're Alone Now" and The Beatles. I didn't pay as much attention to her back then as I did similar popster Debbie (now Deborah) Gibson; apparently I hadn't developed my thing for redheads yet, plus I actually liked Gibson's songs (I can still remember "Electric Youth"!) whereas Tiffany's stuff was just kind of there, in the background of my Top-40 music experience. That was 1987.
Jump to 2007, and I run into her on cable, and she has an appeal I didn't really see 20 years ago. Maybe that appeal comes from co-starring with infamous charisma vacuum Dustin "Screech" Diamond, who is certainly succeeding at being the show's person you want to hate (not even "love to hate," just hate; God, he's unappealing), and she shines brighter in comparison. But she seems genuinely to be trying to get into healthier shape (willingly showing body flaws that she'd like to reduce); she seems likeable; she hasn't plastic-surgery'd herself into oblivion; and, honestly, her curves look good on her.
If it's OK for me to borrow
supremegoddess1's terminology, she could get it.That is all.
