Even if you're a drama-holic jonesing for bad reality television (is there good reality tv?) you can't possibly be as deluded as half of the contestants. This show is so damned contrived I don't see how it's possible that any of the main people are able to convince themselves that their relationships are real.
"Dating itself is infuriating. Nevermind doing it in miniclips on national television," my best friend from college just weighed in and she's never even seen the show.
Every time I catch myself peering over the top of my laptop to follow along while BFab watches the latest hunk-a-millionaire bag his babe I end up wishing I could have my half hour back.
I just don't see how anyone could think that they would find an honest loving relationship with someone who's willing to have their face plastered all over national television for six months as a result. I think that's called greed, not love... famewhore works too actually.
The only girl on this season who didn't look like a fake plastic barbie cardboard cutout has left the show to save her career (!) and she's since taken a rainstorm of insults by women online for leaving and putting her career in advertising ahead of a fake relationship. Oh the horror!
...and now they're parading out the girl whose boobs could be used as a PFD (personal flotation device), in fact I'm now going to refer to women who have obviously fake boobs as PFDs.
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