The Search for the Next Pussy...

I am not a guy that indulge in too much Reality TV. As a genre, it is not a particularly clever one. However with some of the longer running concepts I do find rather intriguing.

The ones where I do spend some time watching are some of the "Survivor" series where the application of game theory comes to life. "The Amazing Race" can be quite fun if you invest the time in it. Also the first series of "The Apprentice" was very educational and instructional. Subsequent series however tend not to live up to the billing of the original idea. The concept stagnate and falls fowl with me and the general rating public.

Recently, I have started to reengage with another reality TV series: The Search for the Next Doll. I'll be the first to admit it, I watch the show purely for its titillation value, as well as the bitch fight, the constant tantrums and all the tacky squealing faux "empowering" bullshit.

For those that are not familiar with the concept of the show, you can read about it here:

"Pussycat Dolls Present: The Search for The Next Doll," is a behind-the-scenes look at the process of selecting a beautiful and talented singer/dancer who has what it takes to join one of the world's most successful performing and recording acts. Out of the thousands of gifted hopefuls who audition, only one young woman will make it through the challenges and undergo a total transformation to win her place in the spotlight as the newest member of the Pussycat Dolls..."

So basically it is about the auditioning of a new singer/dancer for a "musical" group call the Pussycat Dolls. Well, "what on Earth is the Pussycat Dolls" you might ask?

For those that are not familiar with the concept of the Pussycat Dolls, imagine an evil genius looking fellow in a evil looking lab coat, hunching over a bunch of test tubes, beakers and scary experiment looking thingies in his evil looking laboratory... when suddenly he breaks into a evil sounding maniacal guffaw: "Bwaahahahahaha..." as the chill of his voice echoes through his bone-chillingly and dimly lit lab he cried out...

"I did it... I did it... I have invented the perfect weapon of mass destruction. It will enslave all men to do its bidding and enslave all women to follow its destructive evil ways. Mwuuhahahahah...

"And I shall name this evil creation... The Pussycat Dolls!!"

And to sample a small dosage of the destructive powers of these Pussycat Dolls just examine this! or this?! May heaven have mercy on our souls...

Meeeeeeow...

Sure the vocal skills (of the PCD and of the prospective dolls) are mostly rubbish, they wear clothes that would prompt a hooker to slap them silly and they cake on more make-up than Liberace, but that is utterly beside the point. The point is that they can gyrate their impossibly thin money-maker in pure harmonious synchronicity... And they will use it against all humanity, because they bloody well can...

All I can hope for now is that this show will run for one season... I don't think I can handle too much of this PCD stuff.