Television without Pity watches crap television so I don't have to and writes up the episodes so I can ridicule it without having (in the time honored favorite metaphor of its forum posters, "scrub out my brain with bleach" afterward).
They're usually at their best when the show is constructed to highlight not the worst aspects of human nature, but the most embarrassingly, humiliatingly petty and ridiculous. In other words,they really come into their own for bad reality TV. With the writer's strike, I expect to be reading many a reality show recap.
With Jacob Clifton nowhere to be seen, my favorite recapper bar none is the divine Miss Potes, currently recapping "Rock of Love," possibly the best reality television I have never seen. Picture this: a passel of young girls, whose main qualification appears to be artificially enhanced boobs plus a propensity to party (and many of whom make their living as strippers) all assemble in the home of one of rock's time-tarnished idols of yesteryear, of whom I have of course never even heard. Much talk---natch!---of bitches, boobs, booze, and boners. Much twirling also around the stripper pole which the production company (MTV) has thoughtfully supplied.
I thought of looking at YouTube to see if I could find footage of this "blue-eyed...veritable Rock God"'s work, but then I thought better not. I am not even going to look for clips from the show. It might ruin it for me. But there is a photo gallery here, if you would care to see it. It's a scary, stressful world: I want my bread and circuses and I think you do too.
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