I have a guilty pleasure. I really would not call it a pleasure because there are times when I can't get through one session of it. Actually, I should say, one episode of it. It is the A-List: New York
I'm not embarrassed to say that I watch it. I am a bit embarrassed that I can't really get through it. That I have to watch reruns to complete an episode. But hey, things could be worse. I could actually find it interesting. But I don't. And I still watch. And read the blog updates.
These are such vapid gays. But I guess they represent me as much as the Housewives of anywhere represent anywhere. So I really should not be surprised at the wretchedness of the show. And I am not.
But there is one thing I am slightly aware that I am about the show. I am totally Team Austin. Whoa. I just admitted it. Later.