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.
Fame is a slut these days. Used to be you had to DO something to get her to put out: write a book, invent a vaccine, win an Oscar; accomplish something, anything. Pop stars aren't exactly curing cancer but at least they get up and sing!