eMpTV city, dude

We live in a world in which young women compete, on television, to be Paris Hilton's best friend. I watched five minutes. A young woman sat in a hot tub with Paris. In voiceover, the contestant's voice: "I really want her to know that I'm not here to be a rock star, I'm not here for anything, I just want to be her friend." I was so mortified for this poor girl. Anja was baffled that I was shocked, and I'm pretty sure, she, rightly, thought the Paris-BFF-wannabe deserves whatever she gets for participating in the horror. (and, after anwhole five minutes of googling, after reading the entire Wikipedia entry, I still can't tell if the winner actually WINS anything tangible.) She's a tough cookie, that wife o' mine. Then there was a commecial break in which I missed the promo but only caught the tagline for a new show called "Bromance." BROMANCE! If that ain't MAID material I don't know what is. MTV sure has come a long way (baby) since "Video Killed the Radio Star."