You see, I have two distinct sides to me: (1) The Academic, and (2) The Hopeless Romantic. I can talk about these shows from both sides of my mouth. So I'm going to give you a little insight into my crazy thoughts and explain my struggle.
One thing's for sure: every time they slick back his hair and put him in one of those outfits that are supposed to make him look mucho macho, he looks like a really cute kid dancing around in Daddy's clothes.
When a song written by a teenage girl from New Zealand, who's never even been to America, manages to top the Billboard Alternative charts for a record-breaking six straight weeks and counting, it causes one to wonder, "WTF?"
While the mavens at NBC are no doubt dumbfounded at the failure of what they believed to be a sure thing, I'm not. It's totally clear to me why America decided to pass on Ready for Love: people are ready for REAL love.
Among those heading off to Vegas are Spencer Horsman, "the world's youngest escape artist" who enlisted the aid of Nick Cannon to tie him up tight in a straight jacket before he dangled between a gnarly looking contraption that I've decided to call The Jaws of Death.
What offends me so much about Shahs of Sunset is not that it reflects a reality that may be difficult to acknowledge; it's that it makes such an obvious effort to cast its characters in the worst possible light.