I have a secret. A dirty, dirty secret. It's buried deeper than a well, deeper than it takes to dig to China. I'm addicted to reality tv. The Bachelor, America's Next Top Model, Dance Moms, Keeping Up With the Kardashians you name it. I love it. Except Jersey Shore. That's straight crap. No offense, Pauly D.! Why is it that so many of us can plop our cellulite dimpled butt cheeks onto our all-too-ready-for-us couches and watch hours upon hours of scripted battle royals between drama kings and queens? Does it mean we have no class? Does it mean we are unintelligent? Maybe some people will see it that way. I say who cares! I have already confessed it is my guilty pleasure. I will no longer be ashamed for my love of over the top shinanigans and excessive cat fights and devastating rose ceremonies.
If you tell anyone this secret though...I'll hunt you down! I'm sure there's a reality tv show that'll teach me how to do that....
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