WTF Wicko!

OK. I am a fan of most reality shows. I’m even a big fan of RockStartUp, which is nothing but a web reality show, but those guys are good at putting it together. (Ted, if you read this, throw some crazy controversy into the mix and I bet a network will pick it up.  They seem to like doom and gloom.)

With this in mind, I have a connfession to make. I actually watched 75% of the new reality show on MTV called “Paris Hilton’s My New BFF“. So I tuned in and was kind of sucked into this shit. And I mean “SHIT”. Something kept me watching and I’m not sure if it’s because of my reality tv addiction or if it’s because it was so bad, but it kept me entertained out of sheer crap-dum.

While the show was on, I tried my best to stay in tune, but often I found myself listening to the crickets chirp or the sound of my hard drive wind up and down and up and down. In other words, I heard a bunch of nothing even though there was a meaningless reality tv show going on in the background.

I kept finding myself doing other things, like sharpening my daughter’s colored pencils or tending to our over excited dog that drives me crazy. The show finally came down some sort of elimination where Paris had to eliminate one of the show members due to trust issues and/or the simple fact of only having room for one “BFF”. Once she dismisses one of the contestants she issues the acronym “TTYM”, which stands for “Talk To You Mañana”. Gag!

America, if you want to be some sort of celebrity, make a sex tape and release it. Once it’s out, get pissed. After a few months of being pissed, sell it and use the money to promote yourself.

See: Kim Kardashian, Paris Hilton, Pamela Anderson, Screech (yuck!), Fred Durst, Scott Stapp, Kid Rock, Jessica Sierra & Mini-Me (Verne Troyer).