Tonight, I thought I was going to do something civilized. Like watching Pitch Perfect. It came for me in the Netflix this week.
But then, I got hit and run by Vanderpump Rules.
Yes, they all wear scarf-dresses just like that.
Apparently they are taped on, FYI.
I had been actively thwarting this show, until I got sucked into an episode after dinner while I was channel surfing.
And realized that Vanderpump Rules was reality TV greatness on the order of Rock of Love: Bus, which we all know is my favorite reality TV show of ALL TIME.
All of this is to say that if you have the deep-seated yen for incredibly trashy reality TV with one-dimensional characters that I do, this show is your new jam.
I’m on a jag. It might be my new favorite thing.