Hey everybody, welcome to the very first officially summer edition of heinous reality star bashing! This week runs the gamut from misogynists to terrible mothers to drunks (the most reliable nominees in the world) to crazy ladies scaring me with dolls. Let's get right into it: five nominees; one most horrible winner.
Man, if The Wonder Years doesn't come out on DVD soon, and Lionsgate keeps cranking these Boy Mets World seasons out, Fred Savage is going to start being known as "Ben Savage's brother." Revenge is sweet!
Are there vampire hoarders? We imagine most vampires don't have houses full of stuff, since they keep moving from town to town to find their next unsuspecting populace. But if there were, it'd probably be pretty dangerous, knowing that somewhere in that mound of half-empty plasma bags and dirty capes is a loaded crossbow, just waiting to go off.
Despite its success in Britain, I really didn't think I was going to like Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution when I first heard about it. Not only did it have the potential to be pretentious and boring, but I also feared that Oliver would pull a Dr. Drew on us and make this show all about him and his ego. However, after giving Revolution a chance, I was wonderfully surprised at how much I enjoyed watching Oliver's plight. And after a week of pondering, I've finally figured why this show works as well as it does: It's a perfect mix of some of our guiltiest pleasures.