I guess our favorite stereotypical “guidos” and “guidettes” are back on air. (Using guido and guidette to describe someone still feels wrong to me. I wonder why?) The strength of America’s collective fist pump appears to be worn down this time. I know that I wasn’t anticipating the premiere of season two, and I can only imagine that the lack of buzz on the social networks indicates that others are a bit fatigued from the cast’s overexposure as well. Since season one ended in February, we’ve been bombarded with the cast making guest appearances on every show from The Wendy Williams Show, to The View. The show never truly left the air. As a consequence, I decided to take a break from America’s favorite Italians this season. Without watching the first episode, I can tell you that there probably was a fight, someone threatening to go home until the rest of the housemates showed that person how much they loved and appreciated her presence in the house (because it is ALWAYS a girl pulling that shit in every reality show), and possibly a hook-up or two. Essentially the Italian-American Real World.

News of my lack of interest in this season must have made it all the way to Snooki this afternoon, because she was bound and determined to get my attention (like a true “guidette”). Our dear Snooki was arrested at Seaside Heights for disorderly conduct (aka – public drunkenness).

Any PR is good PR, right?

Snooki pulled out all the stops for me to pay attention: public drunkenness, arrest, drunk tank, looking taking an epic “perp walk” photo with a shirt that has “slut” on it. I feel obligated to watch the show next Thursday.

Now that I am interested again, can the other housemates promise to not put their liver’s health in peril just so I can watch the show?

[New York Daily News]