Toddlers in Tiaras is one of my guilty pleasures. Not guilty in the sense that I don't want to admit that I watch it because that's not it. I'm perfectly comfortable admitting that I love it, but I feel guilty in the sense that I'm enjoying the ruination of the lives and self-esteem of young girls and I'm enjoying yelling at the t.v. for its endless supply of bad parenting. I love to yell at the t.v.
One time, one of the mothers had twin girls (fraternal) and she openly admitted to loving one more than the other one and you could just see the 5 year old unloved twin heading right for promiscuity at an early age. . . ohhh how I yelled at my t.v. that day. It's good stuff.
TLC has loads of great reality t.v. shows like I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant - which is mostly about really fat women who didn't notice they were pregnant because they're fat, but then one day had a really bad poop and sat on the toilet gripping the sink and pushing and pushing, but it turned out to be a baby. There are actually multiple episodes with different people to whom this has happened. Television gold.
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