Hoarders, Animal Hoarders, Dance Moms, Toddlers in Tiaras, Obsessed
Why can’t I stop? I’m obsessed with these freaks.
When I’m not nose-deep in this: 
I can be found, gape-mouthed, eyes glazed, rice crackers poised in mid-air on the way to my face watching these RIDICULOUS shows. This is where I find the most peace; watching these horrible, horrible, degrading shows about sad, trashy people and their sad, trashy lives.
When I was a kid I was an anxiety-ridden wreck; probably a gift from my anxiety-ridden mother. I couldn’t even watch the news, I was too scared by the endless rapes and murders in the city. BUT I have ALWAYS been fascinated by the macabre; I regularly read the obituaries as a child. I also watched weird shit like Ripley’s Believe it or Not, or Bizarre Stories of the ER. I was kind of a messed-up little kid.
But now it seems that I cannot escape these crazy shows that TLC keeps churning out which follow the lives of some seriously fucked up people. My boyfriend asked me if I get some kind of sick, elitist pleasure out of watching these poor people. Nah, that’s why I watch Jersey Shore.
I watch shows like Dance Moms for an entirely different reason; it is the most shockingly disgusting delightful television.
I am very jaded; nothing has the capacity to legitimately shock me anymore. And I know exactly what you are thinking: “You are basically watching these children have their lives ruined.” Maybe. Or maybe they make careers out of it. Either way, my (admittedly somewhat faulty) philosophy is that it is going to be on TV whether or not I watch it. So I might as well enjoy it. Which I do, reader, on the reg.
DANCE GIRLS DANCCCCE
