I Ain't Sayin' She's A Gold Digger...

The only thing worse than having shameful guilty pleasures is roping someone else into them.

There was a point in time that I watched quality tv: Daily Show, the Colbert Report, Family Guy, Cash Cab. Hell, there was a point in time when I didn't watch tv, but read. Well...needless to say those days are long gone. In reality, I don't watch that much tv, but what I do watch is just downright pathetic.

Roomie tapes The Millionaire Matchmaker for me. For us. Its horrible reality tv that we can't pry our eyes from. The Matchmaker is a hypocrite to the nth degree, and she's fascinating. All of her guy clients are millionaires that are looking for true love. The women are non-millionaires looking for true love. Or a free expensive meal (I vote for the second one). But...Miss Matchmaker says that the girls can't be gold diggers. HUH? What the fuck is the reason why girls sign up to date millionaires if its not to dig for gold? Isn't that the main point of this whole shebang?

And what's sad is the sorry state of these millionaires. Granted, humans are flawed and quirky, but still...most of the guys are over 40 and are eager to get laid. Eager like prom night. Miss Matchmaker is trying to set them up with a bombshell with intelligence that can be brought home to mom. Funny. I always had the notion that intelligence was a rare commodity and not highly sought after anyway. Not sought after like a good lunch hour lipo and boob augmentation anyway.

Upton Sinclair: you are officially on hold. I'm too busy letting my brain rot away to bother with your books.