Reality TV Update

My friend spotted a tantilizing description on her Time Warner Cable guide last night, "Flavor of Love 3: The women perform a hip-hopera."


It's descriptions like these that can convert any high-brow PBS veiwer into a stark-raving mad fan of Celebreality. Kudos VH1. Kudos.


I, of course, am a frequenter of Flavor of Love 3 and Rock of Love 2, and have been known to tune-in to Celebrity Fit Club, Celebrity Rehab, The Pick-Up Artist, My Fair Brady, Mission Man-Band, and the new train-wreck that is I Know My Kid's a Star. I also watched that testosterone knock-off of The View in the early 00's simply for Sr. Bonaduce. I did not however, watch him Break. I prefer my Bonaduce healthy and gravel-voiced, as opposed to 'roid raged and gravel-voiced.

But VH1 nonsense aside, I am also a giant 13-year-old girl and loves me some American Idol. And I'm super-excited that today is Tuesday so I can watch these fools belt out some Dolly Parton. Aside from 9-to-5, which no doubt Kristy Lee Cook will butcher, I don't really know any Dolly songs, which means tonight's show will be just as boring as the last 2 weeks. This season is the worst so far... yet I can't stop obsessing! I'd like to think it's becasue I'm in a crazy pool, but it's really due to my inappropriate obsession with David Cook.

Mr. Cook, with his giant dome-over, is the man. I had a dream that he was in a boy-band in the late 90's and made a zany, mad-cap romantic comedy with his band. Sort of like On the Line, but with more than 2 N'Syncers. I have deep-seeded problems.

If only all my inappropriate reality TV obsessions were on some sort of dating show. Now that's Celebreality worth watching.