My TiVo decided to record a few episodes yesterday. Utter shit.

Let's see, the highlights:

* Lackluster "celebrity" choices (read: an 18 year-old Atlanta rapper with 1 minor hit and 349 people in his posse)

* Half of each segment dedicated to fridge contents - fucking riveting material, as you can imagine

* Rapper has zero taste and has obviously just moved in and had someone from the label decorate the house for him in the safest, most neutral boring way you can imagine (beige carpet, beige walls, beige kitchen, beige couch, beige cat, you name it)

* Rapper also despises half the shit said label rep decided to put in the house but doesn't want to come out and say it outright ("This is my grand piano...I can't even play it...it looks ok I guess...and this is a chandelier...I hit my head on this every day...")

* Rapper delights in leaving the house to go to the driveway and talk about his Hummer, Rolls Royce, Bentley, Mercedes, Porsche, Harley, BMW, '79 Lincoln, hovercraft (with spinning rims), etc.

* Disgusting show in general, highlighting the fucking ridiculous excesses of people who have fuck all taste, too much money, and no idea what to spend it on.

Have a watch of this show sometime. It's a fucking trainwreck, and you won't be able to look away too easily.

Wait until your tivo records an episode of "My Super Sweet 16", which is full of spoiled 16 year old c***s demanding $100,000+ birthday parties, and "No dad, I don't WANT the $80,000 Jaguar, I want the $100,000 ONE!!!!", etc.

It sickens me to imaging the millions of people who sit around and watch these two shows, aspiring to be just like the people on the show. My parents only give me 5% of my income to spend on toys and computer parts, they are not letting me buy any diamond watches (not that I'd want one anyway ROFL!!!!).

I don't understand why the hell rich and famous people would allow a camera crew, from a show watched by millions, into every room in their house.

"Here's my Basquiat. I had it appraised for $3 milion. Oh, and here's my diamond-encrusted Travis Bean. I was offered a cool ten grand for it on some internet forum, but it's not for sale at any price."

In one episode the camera panned over a little wall rack off the kitchen that had keys hanging from it. I mean, why not just put the passcode to your house alarm on your MySpace page while you're at it?

Martin Billingsworth wrote:It sickens me to imaging the millions of people who sit around and watch these two shows, aspiring to be just like the people on the show.

I watch these shows. The only thing they make me aspire to do is find better weed.

stewie wrote:* Rapper has zero taste and has obviously just moved in and had someone from the label decorate the house for him in the safest, most neutral boring way you can imagine (beige carpet, beige walls, beige kitchen, beige couch, beige cat, you name it)

What strikes me watching this show is that most of these celebrities/artists seem to find rooms that they've never seen before, the purpose of which is an utter mystery to them. Oh yeah, and the rooms are invariably beige. I presume they live the whole year in hotels, never visiting their homes.

stewie has described in detail exactly why I find this show so amazing. For me, it's one big surreal lollercoaster, start to finish. I don't know why I find people's repugnant lifestyles so amusing, but there it is.

My favorite moment is when one of the Yin Yang twins exclaims that his fish is named "Money Green".

NOT CRAP!

busbus wrote:The only thing they make me aspire to do is find better weed.

I'm reporting you.

A mind-numbing and sickening example of the wealthy's opulence, narcissism and general douchebaggery.

I think PBS should have a television program similar to Cribs, but with philanthropists.

The thing is, half these people don't own their homes. The upstarts are living on credit and advances but most lack the ability to continue the heavy cash flow and will be selling/returning all their shit in 5-10 years. Then their label execs will move in!