Pamela Anderson is getting her own reality TV show on the E! network. That’s just great. Where the hell is my reality show?

My life is far more interesting than anything she can shove out there. How about the story of a 27-year-old single girl living with her mother and working for a company that makes her want to kick someone’s ass on a daily basis? How about following someone with real issues like, what am I going to do with the rest of my life? How am I going to finally be successful? When am I going to move out again (for the last time!)? Will I find a proper guy to date and then eventually marry? And how am I going to find that guy? There are fifty million places I could look, but where do I start? If anything my story is just beginning, it’s a blank slate.

Who cares about Pamela and her fake tits and even faker attempts at trying to “juggle love, career and peace of mind?” Seriously, I want to know. Her story has already been told, I don’t need to watch a show to find out what happens next. Her story is done. If the show was about her seriously going to college and getting a degree in botany or doing something completely different than what she’s done before then that’s something I could get into, but since it’s the same crap I could read about in any gossip rag, I’m over it.

The thing these production companies need to think about is are they really telling us something we don’t know? Because if the answer is “No” then they need to go back to the drawing board.

(sidenote: the titles of my blog posts sometimes have nothing to do with the post at all, sometimes they’re just titles of songs or CDs or just a lyric)

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