steers, beers, and queers

one of the perks of being marginally employed in la, is the delightfully shallow entertainment focus group. i recently lied my way into one involving a major network pilot for a 'relationship based reality show'. (do you know a better way to make 75 clams an hour without lifting your skirt? sadly, we really were paid in clams)

i don't need to mention that it sucked ass beyond all measure of known suckiness. i must mention some of the other ideas the hollywood brain trust is contemplating for fall. (yes, we were able to vote on these, and so can you!)

*gay guy looking for his prince charming, he doesn't know it, but his choices are 1 gay, 1 bi, 1 straight

*gal looking for love, she doesn't know it, but her choices are 1 millionaire, 1 blue collar worker, 1 homeless guy

*virgin who won't mate before marriage, doesn't know it, but her choices are 1 swinger, 1 preacher, 1 guy with 2 penises

*then, something about a witches brew and human sacrifice.. i kind of lost interest after they brought out the pasta salad and shasta

which is worse, reality t.v. junkies or people who insist they 'never turn on the television'?