The Worst Kind of Reality

I recently read a Vanity Fair article decrying the spread of reality TV and comparing it to vacuum cleaner that sucks culture and any hint of substance from the life of popular media. After the scandal with those idiots known only for leaving untpaid tabs all over DC and running failed vineyards sneaking their way into the White House State Dinner last week I was pretty convinced that even adults were absolving themselves of any potential as role models for America's youth.

And after this most recent spectacle,

I am inclined to agree with the author of the aforementioned. Anyone who willingly promotes themselves with the opening tagline "MTV is taking you inside a shore house you've never seen, full of the hottest, tannest, craziest guidos," and then flaunts pit stains in the opener, needs to be shot. I'm calling my gun-toting, NRA card-carrying, global-warming-is-a-hoax cousin right now. He's been looking to cull some livestock for a long time.