1. Real World Cancun. If you aren’t watching, well…you aren’t missing much. I’m not even sure why I’m watching, because this cast seems to be the youngest and most immature that has ever existed. Or maybe it’s the locale? No, I think it’s the cast. MTV needs to get back to the ways of Seattle and New Orleans when people had emotional issues — but at least they weren’t only 20 years old on top of that, with no knowledge from past experiences helping them navigate the murky waters of bunking with 7 other lunatics.
2. Top Chef Masters. Second round of the final round, if that makes sense. They’ve whittled it down to 5 professional chefs competing for charities of their choice. It’s not nearly as exciting as regular Top Chef, maybe for the opposite reasons of Real World Cancun; the chefs are too mature and thus, boring. There must be some happy medium.
3. Shark Week. Perhaps that’s the happy medium. Just watch fishy creatures swim about and rip apart people, boats, other fish, and sea creatures. At least the sharks are being true to who they are. Unfortunately, the problem here may be that the chefs and Real Worlders are also being true to who they are. That thought immediately sends me into a downward spiral of depression.