Hi, my name is Beej, and I'm an addict.
I am completely and hopelessly addicted to reality tv, specifically the competition shows. I like them all: American Idol, Survivor, Big Brother, Amazing Race, Project Runway, Apprentice, America's Got Talent, Make Me a Supermodel, Next Food Network Star, Next HGTV Star, Groomer Has It...you name it; I'm addicted to it.
Summer is replete with reality competitions. My favorite this week (and sure to change at any moment) is Nashville Star.
Not only is it completely cheesetastic, it's also totally gay! The show is full of Clay Aikens, if you know what I mean. And all the judges are catty beyotches.
It cracks me up, because none of the men are "country boys." They are either emos, jocks, or preppies. There's even a gay black guy! Seriously, where are the hicks and cowboys?
Plus it's hosted by former-mullet hottie, Billy Ray Cyrus. You've heard of him, Miley's dad.
But by far the real (and possibly only) reason to watch the show is contestant Justin Gaston! Meeeow! He's so hot, he makes my TiVo smoke.
The bad news is all the contestants are tone deaf. But no one seems to care whether or not Justin can sing.
Jewel, the only female judge, stares at him like Wiley Coyote does when the Road Runner turns into a giant chicken leg.
Jewel is unbelievably harsh on every contestant on the show, except to Singer McCutie. With him she flips from Simon Cowell having nicotine withdrawal to Paula Abdul after a half a pitcher of margaritas.
Just take my advice, watch the show on mute.
Here some more delicious pics of Mister Gaston from his modeling portfolio. Warning: grab your nitroglycerin pills before scrolling down.
