Jerry Springer was a smart man. Or, shall I say, is a smart man. His genius created the forum for all things trashy. And, isn't that what we all crave?
I admit that I enjoy trashy TV. Truth. After a year of avoidance, and determination that I'm just not that into it, Frank and I hunkered down in front of the tube and watched 7, count it--7, straight episodes of the Jersey Shore On Demand. 7 in a row, and we only turned it off because my other favorite show- Army Wives came on. 10 pm- Lifetime- Sunday nights. Television for Women. Frank went to bed.
Tonight was just another night. I indulged for a TV dinner after a failed attempt to make turkey burgers which really ended up like mini-meatloafs. Behold...excitement and anticipation set in when we stumbled upon a long standing dirty pleasure that my husband and I both share, our love of the Oxygen network's most trashy show- The Bad Girl's Club. BGC for short; in our house at least.
Piercings, tats, boobs, and butts. All mixed with alcohol, fake eyelashes, a free mansion to live in, and this season--Miami. What do you have here? Seven girls- aged 21-26 living in a house together because they are BAD.
They fight, drink, smoke, fight, drink ,and smoke some more. We can't get enough. This season will be even better for us, because Oxygen just made the switch from 10 pm on a Tuesday, to 9pm. Such a better hour for us goodie-goodies who actually have to get up in the morning and go be functional members of society. These queens of the club get to party all night long; and the more ridiculous they act, the better the ratings.
Sometimes I wish my life was like that. I could certainly polish my skills of reckless behavior.
No, wait, on second thought...
What would happen if the girls from the BGC hooked up with the boys from the Jersy shore? They are both in Miami now. Would snooki get jealous?
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