in re:

tv attempts to prove me wrong. proves me unpredictably, unequivocally right.

the entertainment media idustry is turning out to be the new carl's jr. if they make it any easier for me to rip into them on a regular basis, i'll have to start appreciating them, not for the good times they gave me, but for the good times i had at their expense. fucking with the entertainment industry is like slow-pitch softball; it doesn't get much easier than this, unless you add beer.

so what have they done now?

well, you all know by now about fat bachelor, aka more to love. FOX's new show about "real" people finding "love", that i posted about in fat bachelor revolutionizes tv... (6-21-09). i wasn't so sure this was an honest move toward more realistic tv, being as how the man in charge of fat bachelor's "reality" was also in charge of such shows as are you hot:the search for america's sexiest people, a show in which lorenzo lamas highlighted gorgeous, scantily clad women with a laser pointer and, in front of a large crowd, pontificated in some length, all the ways in which he found her unattractive (i'd like to do this to lamas, just so he knows how it feels, but geez, he's only got the one flaw, and rest assured, it doesn't rhyme with "pony tail"). in case you, like me, were thinking this was merely a fad that panders to the plus sized crowd, the Oxygen Network has an answer for you...

yes. yes it is.

what? you were expecting a different answer?

yes, from the network that brings you such "reality" as bad girls' club, in which a group of porn star caliber women with psychological disorders (not a joke) are forced to live in a house together, where they inevitably engage in activity like spitting on each other, and punching one another in the face, comes the latest in "fat people have disposable income, too" programming, dance your ass off, which i will be calling, you're so fat, you can dance. you're so fat is a show targeting the plus-size population, that involves dancing, over-enthusiastic judges, beautiful dancers, badly covered pop songs, weight loss, elimination style competition, communal-house style reality tv, and tv's favorite new commodity: fat people. but, unlike shows like biggest loser and celebrity fit club, the point of this show isn't particularly to take a group of people who want to lose weight, and educate and train them toward the reward of a new lease on life. no no, this show is all about giving us a chance to watch plus-sizers as they, "shake and rattle their rolls", as Oxygen puts it.

just give me a sec, here...

just masturbating to the projected ratings returns... Oh! Oxygen.

the beauty of this show... for me anyway... is that either it completely bombs, thus renewing a little bit of my faith in the general populace, and taking a step toward rejecting the target commodification of yet another group of hapless viewers, and i get to enjoy knowing that something as stupid as Oxygen has taken a hit to the body (i know, i know, it'll never fall), or it becomes a success, renewing my lack of hope for the general populace, and becoming one more stepping stone on the journey toward our culture eating itself in an orgy of uncultured, ignorant, orgasmic, consumer hedonism.

now, i'm neither fat, nor a star, but if the latter outcome occurs, you know, i think i could dance...