As we all know, I watch way too much HGTV, especially for a twentysomething of reasonable social health. But the shows I like best are the ones that make sense. The straightforward ones. I don’t need something flashy and silly. Hunting for a house? Call it House Hunters. Buying your first house? Call it My First Place. Are you named Sarah and building a house? Call it Sarah’s House. These are things that aren’t trying to be funny, but they get to the point.
I will admit that I raised an eyebrow about Property Virgins. Not because I have problems with it, but because it just seems… well, overly colloquial for one, and like something that could put someone else off of what is otherwise a wholesome house-buying show. Actually, it’s pretty much the exact same as My First Place. But often Canadian, and Sandra Rinomato insists on asking the buyers how much they think everything costs before she’ll actually tell them, like a bitchy realtor Mary Poppins. I digress.
Then earlier this year they started in on a show called Property Brothers. Now, these guys are even bigger d-bags – they take people to houses they can’t afford on purpose. Just so they can go “JK!!! Buy this crappy house and we’ll fix it for you!!!” The name Property Brothers didn’t make this exactly inherent, though. I assumed it was a show about brothers, yes, but what were they doing with the property? Buying it? Fixing it? Selling it? What? (Well, all of the above, but still.) Also, it kind of made me get this mental image:
I’m sorry, Jonathan and Drew Scott. I’m sure you’re not actually d-bags, and you’re not actually video game characters who drive cars that can be derailed by banana peels and flying turtleless turtle shells. Also, I know those hats are edited on terribly, but… I don’t think it was really worth the effort.
Now recently, they started advertising another new show, Donna Decorates Dallas. Other than being outrageously not to my tastes and over the top, her design is not the problem. The problem is that the show is, you know, named after a porn film. Granted, an old porn film, and like hell I’ve seen it (and maybe I’ve only heard of it because they made a parody musical starring Sherie Rene Scott years ago) but still. (For the uneducated, the film is Debbie Does Dallas.) That’s straightforward, but it’s just… sketchy. And a little tacky.
And then! They busted out another new show, apparently similar to Property Brothers, judging the way they’ve been advertising them jointly. This one isn’t about brothers, it’s about cousins! And they don’t fix entire properties, they just fix kitchens! So what do they call it? Kitchen Cousins. Okay, it’s to the point in that way. They’re cousins. They fix kitchens. But really? Really? It’s a play on words, and it’s… even sketchier than Donna Decorates Dallas. The phrase “kissing cousins” is defined thusly on Urban Dictionary:
A “kissing cousin” is any cousin that is not a first cousin. In most places in the world, first cousins may not have sex and have babies. But, in most cultures second cousins, and higher can have sex and babies. Degree of cousinship is determined by how many generations the shared ancestor is removed from the individual closest to the generation of the shared ancestor.
This… this makes me uncomfortable. I don’t know whether or not the Kitchen Cousins are actually “kissing cousins” but I don’t want to think about it. Cousins period shouldn’t have sex. No matter what. I mean, Bill Compton wouldn’t keep screwing Portia Bellefleur, even being a vampire that was her great-great-great-great grandfather. That’s definitely similarly sketch. But if a vampire wouldn’t do it, even a vampire as sometimes-lame as Bill, it’s not okay.
In short, HGTV people, stop trying to be cutesy/edgy with your show names. Those of us who get it are not impressed.
–your fangirl heroine.