Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Monday Night Reality Show Guilt Fest

I suck. I am fascinated my the emotional carnage and humiliation of reality programming. I need to get out more. Watched The Bachelor: Paris last night again. Do I derive joy in watching drunken women vy "to become a doctor's wife", all the while backstabbing each other? No and yes. It makes me embarassed to admit to people what I do for work at all, and it makes me even more daunted about my "eligible bachelor" status. But yet, when watching these trainwrecks on TV, I derive such joy in watching them suck. Is this narcissism? I know now that Dr. Stork is a genuine tool (but with great abs). Clearly, all the guy does is work and workout - he admitted he hates French food (heathen) and his weekly attempts at speaking French are pathetic. There was a moment when the show seemed to be bleeping out a local cussing out the good doctor. The only interesting contestant, Moana (woman 3rd from left in picture), is the only one that actually seems legitimate, but I kinda wished her breakdown this week to the other catty women was avoided. But hey, good TV. . .
More guilty reality show pleasure came from E!TV's Number 1 Single, a show following 90's cutey Lisa Loeb in her quest to find a beau. Caught the second episode by accident and got hooked. She is a nerdy dreamgirl. She still carries the glasses well. She spent this episode going on a date where she was taken to a donut place in NYC, and she eagerly consumed 3 donuts. Whatta chick (after my own stomach)! Then, she paraded around in a thong on the set of Isaac Mizrahi's talk show! Zow!

Note to self: I need to get a girlfriend. . .

1 comment:

Tyson said...

Yeah man, you watch a lot of TV!