Just catching up on ‘Cheaters’… and tonight there was some lesbian action, a whole lot of tattoos and plenty of butt crack, cleavage and @#$#$ expletives of the floral kind. Man, it is hard to believe these people do this for NO PAY. Yup, like the ‘guests’ (and I use this term extremely loosely … and loosely) on Jerry Springer. I suppose everyone wants their 15 minutes of fame during which their boobs or butt conveniently fall out – in the hope that a talent scout will be watching … and they will be propelled into the stardom afforded to them by B grade Hollywood flicks. Shame, today’s ‘victim’ had the opportunity of having a full on thromosis, with hair extensions flying, spitting, muffin tops wobbling and throats being clutched, as she caught the boyfriend with 2 chicks, in the tattoo parlour. And the filthy diatribe that spewed forth during this ‘played for camera’ altercation was quite spectacular. And somehow, you just know this is all staged – check the fresh high and low lights; the new French nail tips, the splashy pleather jacket, the freshly plucked unibrow – and the tattoo parlour could not buy this type of publicity, as the saying goes.
And then, the voiceover artist (who, I am sure, is the poor man’s version of the Action Movie Voice Man – “Soon…coming to a theatre near you…”)- smoothes it all out, with his husky and ‘feigned concern’ explanations. These usually follow the same script, normally along the lines of: “And the former skank who was pomping [insert name/s] on the side has agreed to speak to Cheaters and confirm that she is indeed pregnant with her [insert name/s and relationship – e.g. cousin’s] child, that she was trying to get her shit (sorry – life) together and that her [insert appropriate veneral disease] only flared up occasionally.”
We’ll be back after the break…. or not.
(I have to wonder about my life, when I find this type of viewing rather compelling? Although, nothing beats Toddlers ‘n Tiara’s.
Only in the US of A …