Trash Calling All Hookers!
The CW network (that’s the name of the new combined WB and UPN net) just announced their newest reality show, “The Search for the Next Pussycat Doll”—a contest based on the most egregiously awful girl group ever! (For those under a rock, the Pussycat Dolls are a group of glorified strippers who parlayed the one-hit wonder “Don’t Cha” into an overextended 15 minutes of fame.) The group already has six members (five of whom do absolutely NOTHING except shake their tits) and are now, for reasons only known to commerce, looking for a SEVENTH member. And dig this quote!
“At its core, this show goes beyond just finding a new Pussycat Doll; it’s about female empowerment, self-discovery and personal transformation,” said Dawn Ostroff, CW’s president of entertainment.
To this I declare, “IS THERE NO GOD??” Now, I love a good, bootylicious stripper as much as the next red-blooded American. And I absolutely ADORED the Spice Girls! But for some reason I wish all six of these gals (and the as-yet unrealized seventh) would get run over by a truck!
Care to psychoanalyze me?
Really, what's the point? None of these people are stars. Their contract specifies that they're salaried employees, allowing them to be completely and totally interchangeable. The lead singer's voice is so generic that anyone can replace her with just a bit of studio magic.