Guilty Pleasure Post One

I'm going to be honest before I start this post and say that I just got done writing about Jason Segel. That post is lengthy and cumbersome and incredibly neurotic. I'm thinking about posting it when I have made it clear that I'm just neurotic and not also murderously obsessed with a celebrity.

Now for my first Guilty Pleasure Post: trashy reality television. I'm embarrassingly obsessed with the people who make mockeries of their lives on national TV. I mean, I'm not a fan of the Kardashians by any means, but I feel like I have to watch their show every Sunday. Side note: I've also been watching because I read a gossip column daily and they said Kim was caught re-shooting her confessional scenes to make Kris Humphries look like an evil monster. I'm a sucker for a scandal.

Now let's talk about Wives, by which I mean both the Mob and Real. Mob Wives is just awesome. This season, they have a new cast member named Big Ang who until I see naughty pictures leaked online, I will continue to believe that she is tucking. These women all have husbands or fathers who were heavily involved with the mafia and something about being that close to the action makes these women completely volatile. They love to fight! They pull hair, call each other whores, and entertain me on every other level of how to not act if you're a lady.

I'm also infatuated with the Real Housewives of every major city. Orange County is my favorite. I have dreams about this show. Gretchen has to be my favorite housewife who isn't married let alone dating anyone rich anymore. Her fights with Tamra are just pure gold. I think what I love best about this series is that these are grown women and they fight like they are fourteen-years-old and all in love with the same *NSYNC member.

Two words: Toddlers & Tiaras. What is not to love about this show? It's all pushy stage moms who have no business being anywhere near a beauty pageant and overly bratty children who love the attention. I also have no qualms with Teen Mom and Sixteen & Pregnant. Although I completely disagree with how MTV almost glamorizes teen pregnancy, you can't help but watch and think, "at least it's not me!" Don't even get me started on Jennelle and her mom. Bitches be straight crazy.

While we're on the topic of MTV, yes, I watch Jersey Shore. I'll admit it, I love Vinny. If he doesn't come back soon, I'll probably stop watching. I don't condone any of their actions nor do I think it's cool to go to the club and get so drunk that my panties fall off, but I'd be a liar if I said that watching Deena make an asshole of herself isn't highly entertaining.

I also really miss the reality dating shows Vh1 used to produce. Rock of Love with Bret Michaels was the ultimate best. Daisy de la Hoya even got her own spin-off thanks to this magical train wreck. It's sad that Bret Michaels had to reconcile with the mother of his children because there were some class acts who wanted to date him.

Now listen, these are guilty pleasures. I'm not going to try and get peed on in a "leaked" sex video so I can make it big time or fist pump my way to the slammer. Watching "grown-ups" act like fools for a paycheck is just something you can always count on for at least a self-esteem boost.