More Crap That's Rotting My Brain

You know my social life is dim when all I have to blog about is reality TV shows on VH1. In fact, it is so dim, that the majority of conversation when I am out being social with real, live human beings is about reality TV shows on VH1. This happened to me both Friday night and Sunday afternoon.

Sigh. If only a deep knowledge of VH1 cast members and their love triangles could earn me 7-figures.

And while I am at it, I'll dig myself in a little deeper. I actually teared up last night when Real picked Cornfed in the finale of Real Chance of Love. I chanted the phrase, "Oh! He looks so much better!" ad nauseum during the makeover of Hobie Buchanan on Confessions of a Teen Idol. I almost peed my pants at the trailer for I Love Money 2.

The problem isn't that I don’t enjoy quality television, the problem is that CinS doesn't enjoy the same quality television as me. We have very few shows that we watch together (thank the Lord for the return of LOST!), and so, like most of America, we find ourselves watching the lowest common denominator. Also, like most of America, we spend most of our together time in front of the TV. We don’t have pets or children. Please don’t judge.

And there you have it. Two, almost-consecutive posts about VH1. Damn you Chris Abrego and your mad genius! You have won!

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.