As much as I am loathe to say it, I am actually enjoying some of the vapid reality fare on TV this summer.
"Hell's Kitchen": Chef Gordon Ramsay is what our friends in the UK would refer to as an arse (Thanks, Donald Trump!). But it is fun to watch him turn up the heat. Dewberry, I miss you.
"The Next Food Network Star": Quite possibly the friendliest reality show ever. No backstabbing or two-faced plotting. No illicit hot tub hook-ups. No bitchy confessionals. How refreshing! My boy Eric was robbed.
"Average Joe: The Joes Strike Back": Always good to see the little guy get a shot at a hottie, but I recognize that this show is pure fantasy. The previous two editions showed that women are just as superficial as men (at least we admit it). This time around the babe (Anna) is cute, but not a stunner like the last two. But she does have the best rack. Well, she does. And a tip for my female readers: despite your best intentions, guys don't like to be called "sweet" - a word all too often thrown at the Joes before they are cast off.
"Beauty and the Geek": Oddly enough (or maybe not), this turned out to be my favorite of the four. Probably because it wasn't a dating show, but a "social experiment" (as it was billed). No forced hook-ups or awkward dates (well, I guess there were one or two of those). Truthfully, the women were attractive, but not the End All Be All of Female Beauty as the producers would have you believe. And some of the guys really weren't all that nerdy. Richard annoyed the hell out of me, though.
Despite watching the above, I still maintain my hatred of the reality genre.