
Last week, MTV premiered their latest slice of staged-Hollywood-life in the form of Twentyfourseven, a truly awful show that follows seven typical Hollywood douchebags as they go about their lives wearing trucker hats, not shaving, and making inane comments. Seriously, this cast makes Ashley Parker Angel and Heidi Montag seem like the second coming of Pierre and Marie Curie.
And for that reason alone, I will most likely watch each and every episode of this silly show. For more on this merry band of boneheads follow 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).
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