Friday, March 20, 2009

Why I'm VH1's bitch.

Vh1. Video Hits 1. I remember when VH1 came out and it showed the videos you probably weren't going to see on MTV (MUSIC television). It was more of a coast-type station, playing the hits of the 70's, 80's and today. Today being the 90's. Now VH1 is the home of some amazing celebreality shows and some really shitty parade of douchebag reality shows.

First of all, my love for VH1 really started with the "I Love The _____" series. Funny people talking about toys and movies and songs I loved and hated growing up. The perfect way to waste a Sunday afternoon. Then VH1 brought us Best Week Ever, which I love. It's what Entertainment Tonight and Extra and all of those shows should have always been from the start.

Vh1 is the home of trashy reality. Some of it I just hate. Some of it I love, and hate that I love. Some I just f-ing love.

Rock of Love. Where do I even begin? I have been a Poison fan since before braces. So of course I watched the first season of Rock Of Love. It was gross and wonderful, just like my breakfast of bacon on a buttered english muffin. Now we are in season 3, this time we are on the road with Bret and the sampler box of strippers, pets, groupies and of course Big John. I am still 2 episodes behind but I absolutely have my favorite. Ashley, with her amazing delivery of such lines as "I'm not just gonna sit here and let this bitch throw chips at my face" and "I want a cheeseburger" won my heart. I hope her tour doesn't end for a long, long time.

Sober House. I love Dr. Drew. I have been invested in this show since season one of Celebrity Rehab. While I have a wide range of feelings about the various participants past and present (Gary Busey...I can't even start), my love for Dr. Drew is what holds it all together for me. Seriously, I love him.

I don't watch Tool Academy or any of the other shows without famous (or somewhat famous) people in them. I'm bored and I don't want to watch douchebags on reality tv unless those douchebags were on sitcoms when I was 12.

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