Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Oh, Tool Academy. You are the icing on the cupcake that is life.

In my forward thrust toward television journalism infamy, I've neglected to so much as mention this little gem. The concept is simple: men with big egos, big muscles and gigantic collections of hair product are brought to the VH1 Tool Academy by their self-esteem-lacking girlfriends to improve on themselves and their relationships.


This is a real contestant.

For me, it isn't the masculine posturing, drunken screaming or tear-filled infidelity admittances that get me. It's the staged television wedding at the end of the season. Like a fairytale.

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