Its on how ridiclous reality tv shows are lol.
It’s not yet, but tell me what you think?

They know what time it is. They got love for New York. They are taking a shot at love. They will rock your world, and they all love money. They are “Reality TV” stars, and frankly, they are the most desperate people on the face of the Earth.

Remember the good ol’ days when celebrities became famous for their talent and not because they spit on somebody? Nahh, neither do I. Nowadays any joe-schmo cans send in a casting tape, totally demean them self and BOOM! Instant stardom.

What is it that draws in millions of American viewers each week to reality TV shows? It must be the romance and the chivalry. Every time I am looking for love I know that I have to be filmed 24/7, walk around in swimwear and tongue a complete stranger after fourteen other girls have.

It all started with Public Enemy Number 1, Flavor Flav. In 2006, VH1 aired the first season of Flavor of Love. This pruney little man selected a handful of lucky young ladies to compete for whatever it is the fifty-something year old had to offer.

Week by week Flav would eliminate the girls and the ones he kept knew what time it was. What time it is? I don’t think Flavor Flav even knows what century it is. Viking hats went out in the 900’s.

After Flavor of Love aired, spin-offs spread quicker than herpes did on his show. One of the latest reality shows to evolve out of the epidemic is Megan Wants a Millionaire. The show was recently pulled from the air after one of the contestants, Alexander Jenkins, became a person of interest in the case of his ex-wife’s murder. Days after the accusation, Jenkins committed suicide.

Wow VH1, you really know how to pick ‘em! Then again, if I had to spend more than twenty-four hours with Megan Hauserman I’d kill myself too. Just kidding…but seriously.