ADHD Recap: You're Cut Off
LatestBecause I have raging ADHD, I typically leave the television on in the background while I’m posting on the weekends. Today, for whatever reason, my set was tuned to a marathon of You’re Cut Off. So here’s an ADHD recap:
The underlying theme of this show, as far as I can tell, is that there are far too many spoiled, horrible rich people in the world who need to be made an example of on cable television. 5 or 8 or 7—I don’t know how many—of these women have been picked to live in one of Vh1’s slimy McMansions (update: I’ve been told it’s actually just a nasty house of sorts, which shows how little attention I was paying, I suppose), where they’re expected to stop being rich, and start getting really pissed off about it. They are all clearly terrible, or maybe not, maybe they’re really good people who are clearly just playing up their terribleness for the cameras, because anyone who knows anything about reality shows knows you don’t get the spin-off unless you’re the biggest, most obnoxious bitch in the house. Unless you’re on The Bachelor, and then you get the spin-off by dodging a huge douche bullet, only to choose one of your own to shoot yourself in the foot with as The Bachelorette approximately three months later.
So anyway, Bratty McPhee and Snotty Magoo and the rest of the cast of the hit children’s cartoon Beverly Hills Teens move into this sad little fake house in order to learn some lessons on how to not treat the rest of the world like a pile of garbage, which is a good idea in theory, I suppose, but if you’ve seen Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, you know that a bad egg is a bad egg and will eventually end up going down the garbage shoot, regardless of how many little orange men come out to sing warning songs. Here, there are no Oompa-Loompas, but there are life coaches, I think, I don’t know, I wasn’t really paying attention, and guest stars like Omarosa, clearly an expert on reality tv classiness and lack of bitchery, who shows up to make sure the Bratz Squad learns humility by cleaning her toilet or some shit whatever who the fuck cares, I think a commercial for Cheez-Its came on at that point and I got upset that I didn’t have any in the house.