Truth in Advertising - When You say Battle I want a F’n Battle
Posted by: Kathleen Parish in Entertainment, Humor, Television
It was late last night when the world got in, and I let it. Then though, apparently I made it a drink and got it a pillow like it was Obama, and let it take a nap in my bed. I was formally introduced to the Battle of the Bods on Fox Reality Channel.
Battle of the Bods is a show where five women, who I assume are facing bankruptcy, go on a d-list reality show where their individual body parts are ranked and judged against the corresponding parts of the other women by three cheesy dudes off stage in a soundproof box. You see it’s important that they are in a soundproof box because they don’t want the women’s personalities to distract from the fair and laser-focused judging of the “ladies” parts: ass, rack, full rank and face.
The show was absurd, or at least that is, until I started to play along and seriously rank these chicks as well. I found myself really analyzing ass vs. ass and face vs. face until I too had ranked them 1-5, hottest to ugliest. Degrading, right? You would think. But it was delightful!
I apparently have decided that if five chicks, who are typically fine telling drunk meat heads it’s ok to do body shooters off their orange stomachs in bars named Moon Dogs and The Rusty Screw, want to go in a tit-to-tit face-off… fine with me! I do though think we should throw up a cage and make this a fight to the death. I mean, if your ass is really better than the Friday night shot-girl on the boardwalk, then prove it. Fight it out. I think the “Battle” in Battle of the Bods needs to put its money where its mouth is.
