This week I caught up on the stuff milling around on my DVR that I failed to watch the week before. Because I was reading. However, I am an avid fan of spectacularly bad TV. I particularly love the bounty of craptastic splendor on the VH1 dating shows and their various spinoffs.
Flavor Flav
I fell in love with the Flavor of Love. I didn’t particularly like Flavor Flav. I really didn’t find him attractive. I did, however come to cheer for him in his quest for what was clearly to be his Miss Right now.
He harbored no malice. He seemed to like everyone. By the end of it I almost felt sorry that his choices were beneath him. He endeared himself to me and made me want want to watch. It didn’t hurt that among other things a contestant shat herself in the foyer and it dislodged on the stairs. He kept her around for another week or two. You’ve got to love that.
Megan Wants a Millionaire because Bret Michaels didn't want her
The newest offering from VH1 is Megan Wants a Millionaire. For those of you who missed Megan from Rock of Love Bus Tour, you didn’t miss much. Megan is a conniving bitch who thinks she’s Paris Hilton, little dog and all. The guys that signed up for the good ship Megan are not the usual manwhores of past ventures with other cast-off skanks. They range from cheesy to sleazy to down right creepy.
Megan with her assorted manwhores
I’m convinced you have to have one of two things to make a Bachelor knock-off work in this format. I’ve either got to like (or at least not hate) the star or the skanks or manwhores have to be of such an ilk that makes me want to watch whether I like it or not.
Megan Wants A Millionaire fails at both. I’m left with being annoyed by her pretending to be sexy, amusing, annoyed or any range of emotions on her magic eight ball. I’m also kind of skeeved out by the men, which is saying something. I loved Daisy of Love. I’m not proud of myself but I did. I like my skanks so stupid it hurts and my manwhores so sensitive they cry.
When Nurse Jackie came out, nurses were outraged at the depiction of their profession. I said to myself, OK I get it. I wouldn’t want my profession illustrated as a junkie either. What the hell, I like Edie Falco and will give the show a chance. I think I may be more offended now than the nurses were at the get go.
Having never worked in the medical profession I can only say this. I seriously doubt that anyone in a hospital could get away with snorting, what seems to be constantly, in places that are neither private nor secure. The pharmacist she’s screwing for drugs can’t seem to count or fails to notice that she always manages to get drugs from him on every visit. Her friend, a doctor exams her after multiple nose bleeds and still suspects nothing either.
The only part I am kind of buying is the slutty egotistical doctor. I’m sorry, I think I that may happen. I’m told by a friend in the medical profession it happens. If you find me in a hospital like this, please pull the plug.
Holly prefers Eric over Bill
Finally, I know that I am the only one bothered by this but it must be said. I really have been enjoying True Blood. I don’t mind that they’ve veered from the books. I, unlike many of my friends watching, am not annoyed by Sookie. I’ve started ignoring Tara’s overly cut man arms.
What I can’t overlook anymore is that every time they show a woman’s bare feet they are very mannish. Miss Jeanette’s feet in Andy’s car and Maryann’s this last week are decidedly unfeminine. That just bothers me.
Mannish feet, what gives!?
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In truth, immediately i didn’t understand the essence. But after re-reading all at once became clear.
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I usually don’t normally post on many another Blogs, however I just has to say thank you… keep up the amazing work. Ok regrettably its time to get to school.