Warning: To the casual observer, this article may seem cruel. But unfortunately at this point, I don’t give a shit. I’ve had quite enough — a thought the folks involved in this reality program have apparently never had themselves.
Tuesday night's Rays game wasn’t televised, so I decided to flip around the boob-tube for a best-of-the-worst-couch-potato replacement. From a cavalcade of off-season reality show knockoff’s, I tripped and fell bass-akwards into Fox’s new freak show, More to Love, and decided to give this TV newbie a look-see. Why not? Maybe I’d get a twisted thrill akin to slowing down to gawk at a car crash for a segment or two before continuing with the channel-surfing. In the end, I couldn’t stomach five minutes of it. And with as much crap as I’ve watched over the years, that’s really saying something.
This article appears in Mar 1-7, 2012.