Don’t do this show any longer.Ã‚Â I can’t take it. And as most of you know, I love reality TV, nearly any sort, if the time is right, but I think I need a fifth of Vodka and some little pills to watch this mess.
Oh, wait, that’s half the problem with the show.Ã‚Â My oh my, I haven’t seen so much guzzling since Tower A at the University of Pittsburgh.
I sort of dig Bret Michaels.Ã‚Â He’s from Butler–just north of Pittsburgh–and I must admit, his music stands the test of time.Ã‚Â But, these girls have no shame.
Seriously. I’m all for nudity.Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I think it can be very funny when it’s done right.Ã‚Â But naked girls acting slutty in the hopes it turns Brett’s head is just unwatchable.Ã‚Â Okay, I can’t get to the remote so technically I’m doing the impossible–watching it.Ã‚Â
It’d be fine ifÃ‚Â the girlsÃ‚Â simply preferred to be nude and or in protest of social mores, threw convention into the whiskey-fouled air and offeredÃ‚Â their clothing up for puke-rags.Ã‚Â But this is a strange kind of showing off or some new mating ritual developed on another planet.Ã‚Â I have no idea what’s happening on this show and how they think they’ll snap up a hubby after all this.Ã‚Â Or this is the first concrete piece of evidence I’m old.
Oh well, I suppose someone out there loves this crap.Ã‚Â I just think it’d be more interesting if they threw in a few bookish types to shake things up–or calm things down, toss in a little reading of Edith Wharton or something.Ã‚Â