Apparently MTV and the Sweet 16 stars’ parents realized, with the rest of the country, that they were raising complete a-holes that had no clue how to properly function in society–at least non-millionaire society.

Out of that realization comes the best idea for a reality show, ever: Take the stupid b*tches from My Super Sweet 16, and ship their spoiled asses around the world, to poor countries, where they will have to live in poverty only the Third World can provide.

Check out a video sneek-peek after the jump! Read More »

Oh, reality shows: the bane of our existence and our favorite guilty pleasure. ‘Tis a paradox.

When word first came around that Poison frontman Bret Michaels was poised to star in his own reality show, flashes of teased hair, war-paint makeup and garish outfits plagued my subconscious. And whaddaya know - the show played out with every stereotype in tow, outside of the unexpected charming demeanor of Mr. Michaels.

If Bret was any other dude you wouldn’t feel his “plight” - the burden of man who wants nothing more than a expert hooker under the guise of a nice girl exclusively for him. Rock of Love’s greatest trick was making viewers empathize with Michaels’ daunting task of finding a “nice girl” (read: a slut behind closed doors) amongst out-in-the-open-sluts/party chicks.

Basically, Bret wants what every man in history has ever wanted. Read More »