Before you continue reading, you have to promise not to judge. I watch reality TV as part of my job, which sometimes results in being sucked into unpleasant viewing experiences. It’s like that bad dream you just can’t wake up from no matter how hard you try.
The most recent traumatic tale can be blamed on really bad weekend TV, the Man on the Couch having control of the remote, and my sick obsession with reality drama.
Last weekend, we found ourselves channel surfing and stumbled across “I Want to Work for Diddy 2.” That’s right — Puffy. P Diddy. Mr. Combs is the star of a wannabe Donald Trump spinoff in which Puffy is searching for a new assistant at Bad Boy Entertainment.
We got sucked into a rerun where the contestants, divided into two teams, were conducting a photo shoot for a print ad for the Sean John line of clothing that represented a new logo. There’s no way to describe it except that it was pathetic.
None of these contestants seemed to have a grasp on what Diddy’s about. Zach — who allegedly has photography experience — was supposed to be a team leader but instead became derailed in his own ego and was a train wreck. Thankfully, Zach was eliminated in typical Puffy fashion. Instead of sitting in a boardroom and being professionally fired as Trump would do, Combs has his eliminated contestants escorted from the building by ridiculous-looking security guards.
If you’re looking for some brainless drama that is sure to make you feel better about your own professional life, check out new episodes at 10 p.m. Mondays.
I also must admit that the Man on the Couch and I perhaps aren’t as “with it” as we’d like to think. Our weekend VH1 marathon also caught a showing of season two of “For the Love of Ray J.” I had to go to VH1’s Web site to find out that Ray J is a “world famous R&B superstar.” Apparently not in my world, but that’s OK.
His bachelor spinoff takes competition dating to a whole new level that certainly wouldn’t make my mama proud. We watched as he made the ladies create short movie scripts to be acted out in his bedroom, and I now understand why VH1 and MTV weren’t allowed in my house when I was little.
Check out a rerun of what we saw at 8 tonight, followed by the latest episode at 9 p.m. Just make sure the children are in bed.