One fucking more reality show the premise of which is approximately a dozen women desperately competing for the affections of some misogynist pseudo-celebrity whose talent is inversely proportional to his smug self-centeredness, and whose entire contribution to the show consists of giving the women revolting nicknames like Cherrytits or Smooth Operator and passive-aggressively judging "challenges" ostensibly conceived to test compatibility but in reality designed for the maximum humiliation of the female participants.
I'm looking at you, VH1. Knock it off.
What really pisses me off is that I don't even watch this shit, and yet somehow I'm aware of and tremendously annoyed by these shows' collective existence.
Also annoying: That these shows are defended on the basis that people are willing to do them, and people are willing to watch them, so what's the big deal? There are people who would sign up to be physically tortured to within an inch of their very lives on television, too, given the offer of a big paycheck—and people who would watch. Just because there's a market for something doesn't make it right.
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