Get a life, you desperate biatches!

Living with four of your BFFs is a LOT of fun.

Ah St Patrick's Day, fun was had. I can't find a picture of all five of us!

Most of the time.

But I’m not going to lie, there are challenges.

One of the main ones is finding something all five of us like to watch on television. So far all we’ve got is the Big Bang Theory. So we watch that. All. The. Time.

A genius, a pervert, an Indian, a blonde and the nerd that loves her. What's not to love?

There are two episodes of that on each day, so for the rest of the time we “compromise”. I watch a lot of crap that makes me want to stick needles in my eyes… I can only assume the others do too. But the worst, the one that makes me want to shake the participants and despair for my generation and women everywhere goes by the name of Take Me Out.

For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure, here’s the premise: One arrogant guy goes up in front of 30 spray-tanned, false eye-lashed, hair-styled, skank-ily dressed girls, mostly in their twenties. The girls get to know him a bit, and if they like him they can leave their lights on.

That prat in the middle of them ,with the very Irish-sounding name Paddy McGuinness does mini-interviews with the ladies where they bat their eye lashes, flick their hair and coo awful cliches about why they’re the perfect  girl for him. In return, the guy has a video played about him flaunting all of his best attributes and a variety of friends outlining why the girls would be lucky to have him.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not opposed to dating shows in general. I was raised with Cilla Black’s Blind Date and I’m quite partial to ITV’s Love in the Wild. But on this one, as the rounds go on, the girls get more and more desperate.

They plead to be picked. It’s embarrassing. They crack out kitch, scripted answers that make me die inside. Most of them are already flaunting their “assets”, so to grab the attention of their potential date they start out flirting but end up on a desperate tirade of desperate desperation. (Sorry, I’ve been drinking Sex on the Beach for the past 6 hours, my vocabulary ain’t what it used to be)

Most of these girls are young, smart and attractive. If I met them in any other context I might even confuse them for women that have respect for themselves. I can understand that they might be a bit battered and bruised by the dating scene, but here are some alternative steps they could have taken

  • Have a friend set you up with a nice, normal guy
  • Join an online dating site/go speed dating
  • Invest in a vibrator
  • Chance a new bar, join a club, get to know new people any way at all!
  • Take in a number of cats

Any of the above would get much more respect from me!

The show is a misogynists dream. Women prostate themselves, compete with each other, doll themselves up and dumb themselves down…

I’d love to say more, but I did mention about the cocktails… so I’ll end this particular rant here.

Do you have to put up with house mate’s/family’s horrific tv choices?

  1. The husband watches those sports programs where boys are doing stupid, abusive things to their bodies in the name of winning the game. Gah! When I can I torture him with the Home channel… Nothing like Escape to the Country or Extreme Home Makeover to clear the room.

  2. Dolores says:

    just came across your blog – great post – so true – cringeworthy stuff alright!

    • Katie says:

      Glad you agree. Those girls are lovely, they don’t need to disgrace themselves on telly to find men!

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