Shocking Developments On Twentyfourseven!
Recently, MTV began airing Twentyfourseven, which, for lack of a better description, is basically just a parade of douchebags. For the past two weeks, we've been scratching our heads, totally puzzled as to how these seven douchebags landed their own vapid reality show. What we didn't realize was that when these douches come together, they form a Voltron of douchebaggedness -- a force so powerful that even the most mighty of opponents must succumb to its douchey powers -- and that includes unsuspecting development execs at MTV. Rarely has this supreme beast been seen, but we here at TVgasm are proud to report that we have the internet's first documented proof that such a monster exists. The revelatory image after the jump...
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If douchebags suck so much, how come watching them is so fun? That's the question at the heart of Twentyfourseven, a show so terrible that it shames me to admit that I watch it. I think we can safely file this series in the "Makes Me Feel Better About Myself" category. Granted, I'm sure part of my disgust with these idiots comes from a regrettable bout of jealousy. After all, I don't get into nearly all the hot spots and parties that these seven guys do, but for that reason, I think I'm allowed to have a smidge of grumble-itis. Nothing's more frustrating than watching a bunch of vacuous mimbos waltz right past the velvet ropes, knowing that you'll be standing out in the cold (that's mid 60s in Los Angeles) for another twenty-five minutes. But I guess I should be the bigger man and take solace in knowing that I live a more meaningful and thoughtful life. Oh, what am I talking about? I write about reality TV. I don't even have a high horse to sit on. But hey, at least I don't wear a trucker cap (often).