More to Watch Less

Ok, so I’ve been watching a reality series… I think the last one I actually followed was “The next Iron Chef,” but I’m not 100% on that.  I really liked it for the same reason some of my coworkers (I say coworkers because noone who calls hipsters their friends watches or admits to watching television, much less following a whole reality tv series to it’s conclusion, so i can only talk tv with coworkers) didn’t like it: The contestants were all very accomplished in their careers and confident in their abilities.

It was a pleasure to watch those guys and girls stretch their muscle and compete in a pretty amiable/jocular environment.  They liked each other and noone was a prick.  Exactly why “Top Chef” wasn’t fun for me.  I also probably could give a shit about the new season.  One was enough.  It means way less each time they do something like that.

Anyway, the show I’m watching now is called “More to Love.” And in case you haven’t heard of it (I’m pretty sure you haven’t), it’s basically the Bachelor (or maybe I should take it back to Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire), but with fat chicks.  And a fat guy.

Thing is, this fat guy is basically a relatively charming and suave frat dude who happens to be overweight, but not all that much.  He’s a big guy, but it fits.  What’s more important is that he’s clearly had experience with the ladies.

The same couldn’t/can’t be said for the ladies.  They are almost to a girl virgins.  They have mostly never been on real dates with guys or kissed guys or ever had boyfriends.  And this guy figured it out.  Or had it figured out before he even got to the set.  If you can find it, watch the first episode and you’ll see the whole thing play out.  Extremely self conscious inexperienced girl who thinks she’s dogmeat meets guy who compliments her eyes and BAM! she’s in love.  They had like 25 fat girls running around telling the cameras they were “seriously falling in love” with this guy.

And while he may deep down be classy, absolute power corrupts absolutely.  He figured out real early on he could use the fear of rejection mixed with a little inane complimenting to basically make these girls fool around with him.  He at one point (ok several points) even goes so far as to tell girls that whether they kiss him or not factors into his decision to eliminate them.  And IT WORKS!

Oh fat girls.  Stop eating and get a fucking clue! Heheheh… sorry about that, that was insensitive.  Anyway, nothing profound to say about that.  I predict the girl he ends up choosing will be all wrong for him.  Unless he picks Tali, who is already all wrong for him, but in a good way.  (if you’re watching you know that leaves that blonde chick.  I don’t trust her)

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