A woman is spewing half-digested pig vagina from her mouth. She screams as genital chunks go flying. Beside her are a half-dozen cretins doing the same thing in a literal vomit-fest. A pile of organs lies across the floor, having recently left the mouths of the whining, attention-starved idiots who ate them. This is love, Tila Tequila style.
TV Party: If this is love, we’d rather swallow hate
A woman is spewing half-digested pig vagina from her mouth. She screams as genital chunks go flying.
Beside her are a half-dozen cretins doing the same thing in a literal vomit-fest. A pile of organs lies across the floor, having recently left the mouths of the whining, attention-starved idiots who ate them.
This is love, Tila Tequila style.
Tila, the aforementioned big-tittied, E.T.-looking, MySpace-whoring monster, actually made the contestants on her MTV reality dating show do this. The idea being that whoever could stomach the grossest “food” loved her the most.
What was she preparing them for? A relationship full of eating soggy, salty and pickled vagina? It’s a disgusting proposition.
Now, we at TV Party know that reality TV in no way represents reality, and A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila has about as much to say about “love” as Tila has to say about the effectiveness of economic sanctions against Cuba.
Which is to say: not a lot.
Yet, even though we love pickled vagina, there is something disturbing about what that contest represents.
Humor us for a second and imagine this scenario: a world where relationships and love were actually determined by stunts like the one Tila forced her would-be-suitors through.
In short, a world where love comes only through the absolute humiliation of the soul and at the hands of a brutal tyrant.
You might say it’s only TV, but after years of voting for American Idol and buying whatever new goddamned iPod goes on the market, you should know the effect the idiot box has on our feeble minds.
At the rate TV is going, this dystopian-hell of interpersonal relationships isn’t far off.
It’s scary how many other dating reality shows follow this same love-is-pain pattern.
With contestants having to suck cheese out of penis-like cannolis on That’s Amore, and the dead-behind-the-eyes sluts on Rock of Love having to take off their tops and chug Jack Daniel’s, television dating is becoming more like the 120 Days of Sodom every day.
Are BDSM relationships really that common, or is it simply that all reality-TV producers are closet sadists? We’re guessing it’s the latter.
And what type of effect is this portrayal having on the hearts and minds of the average television-addicted American?
After years of watching the love-starved dating show contestants humiliate themselves for attention, will we start to do the same in our own love lives?
Come to think of it, maybe we already do.
