Sunday between Simpsons episodes I watched 30 minutes of Jersey Shore, with Snooki and The Situation. It’s a reality TV show about a bunch of twenty-somethings in Jersey.
Somehow I thought it would be more contrived. Like there would be gladiatorial combat or spelling bees. All they do is follow them around with cameras and film their mating rituals – “Guidos in the Mist of Axe Body Spray.”
They also document the fact that they live in a pig sty. And that they think you can use regular furniture for patio furniture because the whole patio furniture thing is just a scam to get you to buy two sets of furniture.
On the plus side side, there are some slutty women and they wear slutty clothes, so there’s that. Not that Jersey Shore exactly has a monopoly on that sort of thing on TV. And then there’s the Internet, where whoa Nelly.
The episode ended with the gang going to a club, getting drunk, and ending up in a fist fight with a guy who got fresh with Jennifer. My wife tells me that’s how a lot of episodes end, because whoa Nelly.