Guilty Pleasure

It’s hard to avoid the millions of fairly pointless MTV shows. From The Hills to Pimp my Ride, none of them have much depth. So why is it that they are so addictive to watch? Of course explaining a teenage girl’s obsession with beautiful, rich Hollywood girls in The Hills is hardly rocket science. But when it comes to My Super Sweet Sixteen the interest is harder to define.

Who really would want to watch a bunch a spoilt, rich and often overweight teenagers throw themselves an unoriginal party in which they show off how much money their parents have and how unbelievably retarded they are. Oops, maybe I’ve hit the nail on the head! Perhaps its because they show themselves to be complete idiots that makes the show so addictive.

Seeing an 18 year old throwing a hissy-fit is not old extremely cringe-worthy, but it actually makes you feel good about yourself. My humble background (well relative to their crazy worlds) can’t be all that bad if it allows me to grow up rather than stew in my own egotism. I mean seriously do you have no self-respect! Demanding a performer, refusing to settle for less that 4 dresses, expecting an expensive automobile (even when your not old enough to drive!) these things don’t bring you happiness…or real friends.

My favourite part? When everything goes hideously wrong. If the girl ends up crying; with her birthday cake squished over the floor; the diva boy throwing up in the loo because he’s too afraid to model in front of his so-called-friends; when they attempt to dance or sing; or when their dad books the most embarrassing act to perform. Oh…also when they’re fat (no offence) and think they’re ‘all that’ and insist to go to Dunkin’ Doughnuts before school. I mean seriously, you wonder why you can’t get the weight off!

So though I tend to hate every single one of those narrow minded and self-centred celeb wannabes that end up on that show, I normally end up wondering how the parents allowed their children to become that way. They should ashamed. Personally, I’d send them to military school, or maybe put them up for adoption. Or perhaps, even better, not cave to their every whim and spoil them beyond belief unnecessarily. In short – create a human being rather than a materialistic monster.