I hate reality television game shows.
They are useless, brainless lumps of crap that fill the underpants of the mentally stunted.
You can't convince me otherwise.
Back when I was an available piece of meat, a woman had to pass two tests if she wanted to get to know me. The first test, I'll keep secret for a while. The second was an ability to survive in this world without gossiping about the latest episode of Survivor.
It was pretty slim pickins there for a while. Thank god Cat doesn't follow that crud religiously.
That being said, when you've just come out of major abdominal surgery, and your stuck on the couch, what else is there for her to pass the time? She's currently stuck watching the season premiere of
The Bachelor.
If you've never heard of the show, the premise, like fans of the genre, is ridiculously simple. One male. Twenty five females, some facing elimination at the end of each episode. When there is only one female left, she and the male get married and live happily ever after, or for a few days, whichever comes first.
In short, it's demographic is gossip hounds between the ages of 18-35, whose mentality towards love is still stuck in junior high mode. To top things off, this year, the bachelor is Lorenzo Borghese, an honest-to-god Italian prince. Get ready ladies, that means the winner will get to be a PRINCESS!!!!!

Like OH MY GOD! However, ladies, it's unfortunate that Prince Borghese bears an uncanny resemblance to Bronson Pinchot, more commonly known as Balki Bartokomous from the popular and long running eighties sitcom,
Perfect Strangers.
Come to think of it, have you ever seen Bronson Pinchot and Prince Borghese together in the same room? Well, of course you haven't, silly! Bronson Pinchot died under a bridge somewhere, didn't he? Or did I just go and get him confued with Emmanuel Lewis...
If you want to be a princess, you've got to do whatever it takes, I guess.
The quote of the night for me, was one woman who said (and I'm paraphrasing here), "
Like, oh, my god. I've, like, got my whole love life planned out. I'm like 25 now, and I'm going to get married when I'm 27. And, since I'm going to be engaged for, like, a year, I've got to get working, because, I'll be like, 26 when I get engaged, and that's, like, in a year, pretty much, yeah, totally."
Hi, I'm reality! Have we met? I didn't think so!
Cat's favourite line was a woman who, when asked if she was jealous about her competition for the Prince's hand, responded, "
We were all pretty envious when the girl got the earrings, not really jealous, just envious".
Is there a difference?
I hate reality television game shows. Not detest them, really, just hate them.
Currently playing - Brian McFadden -
DemonsNow entering my
one-hundred and seventy-second Cola free day!
Cat is officially
six days out of surgery!