I prefer the ones that are ridiculously way over-the-top. The ones that are more like sur-reality. Like Bret Michael's Rock of Love or A Shot at Love with Tila Tequla. They have that I-can't-look-away- from-the-car-crash quality to them that is good for some trashy entertainment.
The more genuine they try to be, the harder I find them to watch. Watching More to Love was painful. And not because it was so bad (beyond the usual cheesiness of these now formulaic shows).
Watching all these women, one after the other, shed buckets of tears as they revealed just how absolutely cruelly they've been denied any experiences of even dating, never mind love or even companionship merely because of their size was brutal.
At least our hefty bachelor Mike Fleiss brought in an element of hopefulness with his eagerness to literally and figuratively embrace these women because of their size. He's seems like a genuine, sincere and compassionate enough guy. But watching these women cling on to him like he was the last floating bit of wreckage from a sinking ship was too depressing.
That we live in such a fat-phobic world is absolutely depressing. Almost as depressing as the fact that they displayed each woman's height and weight. (What the heck was that about? They don't do that on other dating shows.) Or that most of these women had either never dated or spent their whole adult lives being passed over for thinner girls. One woman described the show as her last resort in her attempts to meet someone.
Maybe this is a good thing, if only to raise some consciousness about just how cruel this world can be to women who aren't a size 2 (especially given the stat at the beginning of the show that while the average reality dating show woman is a size 2, the average American woman is a size 14). Maybe for once, we have a reality dating show that actually has something to do with reality, harsh as that reality may be.
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