There are many things that I try to get my head around in the search of TV entertainment, as a result of this I have suffered through 10 minutes of ‘Britain’s got talent’, I have endured 20 minutes of the ‘X-factor’ and this weekend I attempted to sit through the drudgery that is ‘Take me out’. I failed epically. I could not even last one break between adverts. This is not something that I say lightly, but I would rather attend a ‘Steps’ concert than watch this drivel again...and trust me, I really hate ‘Steps’.
Is this really the best Saturday night has to offer? Seriously?
If you haven’t seen it – then you can be thankful for large mercies. It generally consists of single males strutting like preposterous peacocks, thirty woman (who look like they should appear on an equally hi-brow show such as ‘The Only Way Is Essex’ or ‘Desperate Scousewives’) and their impressive ability to turn off of a light – yes, their ma’s must be so proud.
I can’t work out which sex comes off worse – the embarrassingly wooden males (haha, yes I do realise what I just said) or the just plain embarrassing females. I really hate cheesy males, and you really don’t get any cheesier than the host of this abomination – let the whoopee see the cushion? Seriously, did you actually say that?
Please don’t get me wrong, I totally understand that if you had intellectual types, salt of the earth type people or those who would chose brain over brawn, the show would not rake in the ratings that it does, but are we not selling our women slightly short? We moan when men don’t see past boobs and butts, and yet, here we have a show of thirty females doing exactly that and when the deal maker is: one of the two final girls changed her name from ‘gemma’ you really can see the depths of the contestants.
But hey, why stop at the contestants...
When you view the forums about this show, it really does say it all. You have the fanatics with such extensive use of the English language, that their spelling extends to: ‘I yusd to injoy thes tely pogram wen it wuz on’ and then you have the people who actually have a brain cell with an actual grasp of the spoken word: ‘It's slightly ironic that you consider people who don't like this show to be 'sad' and in need of a life. Anybody with half a functioning brain cell would be able to fathom it's actually the other way around. Staying in on a Saturday night to watch an intellectually devoid television show with absolutely no redeeming qualities? Yeah, those who avoid it like the plague are definitely in need of a life. You could spend the time it takes to watch this garbage to actually go and learn how to construct a sentence. Perhaps you could work on your spelling, too? I doubt you'd do that though, because Take Me Out is on! Hurrrr duuuurrr.’
No further evidence required.
The world is shallow enough; nine years olds are stressing about designer labels, teenagers feel the need to point out fat people in the street, and too easily individuals are written off because they do not fit the cookie cutter mould of the world. Do we really need yet another idiotic dating show enhancing brainless-brawn and dizzy desperates? Where did I leave the remote?
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