I AM GEORGINA (BUT ONLY IN MY DREAMS…!) SEASON TWO REVIEWED BY SANDRA HARRIS.

I AM GEORGINA: SEASON TWO. (2023) STARRING GEORGINA RODRIGUEZ.

REVIEW BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©

‘I used to sell bags, now I buy them.’

‘You don’t get a second chance to make a first impression.’

‘There must be a reason why the (fashion and jewellery) brands fight over me.’ (Cue enchanting giggle.)

‘I guess the brands see in me what they want to convey to the public.’

Season Two of reality/lifestyle show I AM GEORGINA dropped on Netflix recently and, as I’d watched the first series and am a huge fan of top footballer Cristiano Ronaldo, I had a look at the first couple of episodes with my son. He’s a big football fan in general, though not necessarily of CR7. (He says Messi is the real ‘goat,’ the little tyke…!)

Georgina Rodriguez is the beautiful, part-Argentinian, part-Spanish, social media influencer who, in 2016, became Ronaldo’s girlfriend after he strolled into the Gucci store where she used to sell handbags. Now they live together and have two biological children together as well as Ronaldo’s own three, two of whom were born out of surrogacy.

Georgina takes care of all five kids now while Ronaldo travels around the world playing the top-level football which has earned him millions, if not billions, in the bank. She also models and is paid by various clothing and jewellery brands to act as clothes-horse to their fabulous products.

She has a group of best friends (hangers-on, some might say) that includes her sister, Ivana, who follow her around like lemmings and happily avail of any largesse (diamonds, parties, etc.) their Queen deigns to toss their way. They travel by private plane together to various fancy events, at which all eyes must always be on Georgina.

She seems like a nice girl but, as everyone keeps pointing out, the only reason she has this fabulous, Netflix-worthy lifestyle is through being in the right place at the right time and snagging Cristiano Ronaldo, the world’s most famous footballer, for a boyfriend.

The money she spends would be mostly his, though let’s not forget that she also models and is an Instagram influencer with God knows how many followers who seemingly adore her. Just to make it clear, though, that she did none of this fancy career stuff before hooking up with Cris, as she calls him. She was ‘only’ a humble shopgirl back then, after all…

I got caught up reading some of the reviews of the new season and they are savage, demanding to know why this bimbo spending her boyfriend’s hard-earned money at the speed of light is worthy of a show like this, at a time when half the world is at war and so many people have barely enough money to keep a roof over their heads and food in the cupboards. There is so much suffering in the world; what is Georgina doing from her place of privilege to alleviate any of it? I know she does some charity work, but that’s all I know.

My jaw dropped during the first episode of Season Two in which we see Georgina on her birthday, preparing to watch the premier of I AM GEORGINA: Season One at the restaurant Cristiano has rented out just for her and their family.

She won’t be watching her show on any common television set, though. Not when Ronaldo has arranged for Episode One to be screened on the side of the skyscraper building across the street from the restaurant…  

This kind of display of wealth just beggars belief. Most of us regular Joes and Josephines simply cannot relate to this type of lifestyle and behaviour, which is why so many ordinary, mild-mannered people turned almost feral while writing their reviews of the show. I mean, who lives like this? Who is this privileged, this pampered, this spoiled, this lucky? Um, the super-rich…? Got it in one…

Then we see Georgina taking her offspring to see the real Santa and his reindeer in Lapland (they don’t seem that impressed by it all, oddly enough), before returning to Spain to prepare the family home in Madrid for the birth of her twins with Ronaldo.

They say that into each life a little rain must fall, and around this time last year (Easter) Baby Bella Esmeralda (Georgina loves the princess names) was delivered safely but her brother, Baby Angel, didn’t make it. It was left to Daddy Cristiano to tell his remaining kids that ‘Angel is in Heaven.’

Cue footage of Georgina walking soulfully along the beach by herself, dressed in flowing white, looking as amazing as ever, presumably reflecting on things. I swear I’m not being snide by saying this (the death of a child is the worst thing a human being can go through), just pointing out that no chance for a photo opportunity is ever missed in the Ronaldo-Rodriguez blended household.

By the way, her closet!!! It’s like a department store, with rows and rows of fabulous handbags, shoes, sneakers, scarves, shirts, sweaters, dresses and trousers just sitting there in their dozens, looking pristine. It’s the envy of all her friends and family.

She has a really womanly figure as well, huge boobs, shapely legs and a grand big ass and hips that make you think they’re ideal for pregnancy and childbirth. She has gorgeous long dark hair, but she doesn’t seem to be happy or comfortable unless it’s scraped back off her forehead to within an inch of its life. Speaks to a need to control things in her life, methinks?

I must admit that, while I adore her silver blingy jewellery and most of her evening dresses, I don’t like a lot of the things she wears for daytime, which include blocky-looking, cut-out tops in dark blue or bright red primary colours, big puffy jackets and skin-tight leggings worn with big designer trainers. Money can’t always buy taste, isn’t that what they say?

Cristiano Ronaldo hardly features at all in Season One, and he only shows up briefly in the two episodes I’ve watched so far of Season Two, singing along drunkenly to a maudlin love song at a dinner party for friends, lol.

He’s probably away working for most of the time (someone’s gotta pay for Georgina’s dream lifestyle!) and, as people are always saying about him, he’s actually quite a private person and doesn’t really like the camera being on him when he’s off the pitch. This being the case, he probably lets the little woman have her head with her little show but doesn’t really want to be involved with it any more than he has to.

Ronaldo had a desperate second half of 2022 anyway, with his troubles at Man. Utd. and his clashes with Erik Ten Hag, his manager, and then the disastrous interview with Piers Morgan in November which ended with the disgraced superstar being released from his contract at Man Utd.

From there he went to the super-rich Al Nassr FC in the Saudi Arabian Premier League, which he’ll probably tell you was where he’d really wanted to be all along, haha. You know what these footballers are like when it comes to saving face…

Will all this feature in his girlfriend’s documentary? I’ll have to watch the rest of it to find out but, let’s face it, I was gonna watch it anyway. How the other half lives makes for some pretty compulsive viewing, after all…

FIFTY FILTHY-DIRTY SEX-POEMS YOU MUST READ BEFORE I DIE… BY SANDRA HARRIS.

Featured Image -- 1602
A collection of short, rude funny sex-poems. No stone left unturned in this hilariously bitchy and wickedly honest look at sex today. No, that’s it, nothing else. Just sex. Well, maybe a few bizarre fetishes, but that’s still just sex, isn’t it…? We’ll go with sex. Let’s just say sex. This book is about sex. It’s a sex-book…!

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY OF SANDRA HARRIS.

Sandra Harris is a Dublin-based performance poet, novelist, film blogger, sex blogger and short story writer. She has given more than 200 performances of her comedy sex-and-relationship poems in different venues around Dublin, including The Irish Writers’ Centre, The International Bar, Toners’ Pub (Ireland’s Most Literary Pub), the Ha’penny Inn, Le Dernier Paradis at the Trinity Inn and The Strokestown Poetry Festival.

Her articles, short stories and poems have appeared in The Metro-Herald newspaper, Ireland’s Big Issues magazine, The Irish Daily Star, The Irish Daily Sun and The Boyne Berries literary journal. In August 2014, she won the ONE LOVELY BLOG award for her (lovely!) horror film review blog. She is addicted to buying books and has been known to bring home rain-washed tomes she finds on the street and give them a home.

She is the proud possessor of a pair of unfeasibly large bosoms. They have given her- and the people around her- infinite pleasure over the years. She adores the horror genre in all its forms and will swap you anything you like for Hammer Horror or JAWS memorabilia. She would also be a great person to chat to about the differences between the Director’s Cut and the Theatrical Cut of The Wicker Man. You can contact her at:

sandrasandraharris@gmail.com

https://www.facebook.com/SandraHarrisPureFilthPoetry

https://sandrafirstruleoffilmclubharris.wordpress.com

http://sexysandieblog.wordpress.com

http://serenaharker.wordpress.com

https://twitter.com/SandraAuthor

FIFTY FILTHY-DIRTY SEX-POEMS YOU MUST READ BEFORE I DIE… BY SANDRA HARRIS.

FIFTY FILTHY COVER

DO YOU LIKE SHORT RUDE POEMS ABOUT BOOBIES, WILLIES, KINKY SEX, BIZARRE FETISHES, WANKING, SPANKING, THREESOMES, BOOTY CALLS, FIFTY SHADES OF GREY AND FANCYING THE ARSE OFF CRISTIANO RONALDO…? YOU DO…? THEN BUY MY BOOK, FOOL…!