I once used to dig reality television. I religiously watched the weekend marathons of The Real World seasons 2 and 3. Boot Camp was a dumb, guilty pleasure. Then came Joe Millionaire, whose ending made me feel like I wasted weeks of my life. Sure, I watched the Average Joe shows, liked 10 Things I Hate About You, and caught parts of the last season of The Surreal Life. Overall, though, I hate the genre. My feelings were confirmed last week when I stumbled upon some extremely insipid dating show (Yo, Can I Come In? or some title equally stupid) where the contestant's "coaches" gave a great argument why eighteen year olds should not be able to vote.
But tonight I'm dipping into the reality TV well once again: A&E's Caesars 24/7. I love and am fascinated by the city of Las Vegas. For a while I flirted with the idea of moving out there to attend culinary school, but thought better of it (although, I may rekindle that notion once the ol' mid-life crisis sets in). I'm not looking for any real insight tonight. But there's bound to be a lot of hot women. And it'll hopefully provide a Vegas fix until the next time that I can make it out there (hello, 30th birthday). I'm just going to sit back, have a glass of Speyburn, and get lost in extremely attractive people who are ugly and dead on the inside.
I'm also going to give VH1's Celebrity Fit Club a try next week simply because Biz Markie is the shiznit. He can do no wrong.