I watched “Joe Millionaire” on Fox last night. And while I’m not proud of it, I’m not ashamed either. It was damn entertaining. Seeing those women leer at the French castle and all its trappings was fun, and having the rose of The Bachelor replaced by jewelry of escalating value was a brilliant touch. Not to mention the competition for the dresses to wear to the ball hosted by the fake millionaire.
Those producers are good.
But for me, the thing that crystallized all that’s creepy and yet compelling about these shows was watching Mr. Fakey fondle the women’s necks as he put the pearl necklaces on last night’s lucky ones. (Later the women were shown testing the necklaces to make sure the pearls were real. Did I mention these producers are good?) Only a brilliant TV strategist could come up with a premise that simultaneously caters to and mocks everything that makes “reality” shows such ratings boosters these days.
I’m hooked.
My favorite part is the blatant misogyny: look at them gold-diggin’ bi0tches! TV really helps us hate. And then feel comfort in its warm, glowing, warming glow. Ahhh…
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I go now.
I wonder how much input “Joe” actually has over who makes it through each round. He didn’t sound very decisive, so I’m sure there were some nudges from the producers. Also, clearly “New Money.” From my angle, the enjoyment comes from ganging up on the overbearing obnoxious girl.
I hate her. Her and her stupid hair. With her two stupid dresses.
I hate her.
Presented with the opportunity to find that perfect balance of dependant, domesticant, dominatrix and [inverted] dildo, a young girl thinks, “Wow! This is my big break!”
Sounds like Hollywood to me.
omg- I loved it. LOL… makes me sick and laugh at the same time… great show!