I can't even begin to describe how angry I get when considering people who are (for lack of a better term) famous for being famous... and then act like complete asses.
For example, I'm not sure why I know who Paris Hilton is, but I certainly do know who Paris Hilton is. We all do. (Please remember that you all had heard of her before "The Simple Life" and the rest of her brilliant acting and singing career.)
This bothers me tremendously.
So, when I read Best Week Ever's review of "Sons of Hollywood," an apparently awful show on A&E about the lives of the sons of Rod Stewart, Aaron Spelling, and their agent, I knew not only that I would never watch this program, but I also knew that it was the best review of a television show ever written.
"As any attention is more attention than A&E’s new reality show Sons of Hollywood deserves, I feel guilty for even posting about this abortion of televised terribleness, but the promise of such an explosive hate orgasm is just too strong to resist. Where even to begin? This show documents in horrifying detail the foibles of three fame whoring bro-dudes in LA, whose fathers’ last names have given them an adorably absurd sense of entitlement, which results in lots of talking on cell phones, binge drinking, sexual harassment and something that somehow ends up being dumber and more depressing than The Simple Life. It’s like scientists were able to identify the chromosome for Hollywood Douchebagginess, magnify it a thousand times in a hand-held DV camera, gel its hair, show it a couple episodes of Entourage, and beam into your television to poison your last shred of hope for our species. Enjoy!"
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