I love you, too. 
Regardless of whether you saw the pit thread I mentioned, don’t you see how utterly useless your post was in this thread? The only reason you posted was to criticize people who watch reality shows. That wasn’t the topic, was it?
Since we’ve hijacked this thread enough, I’m not going to respond to anymore of your posts in this thread. Take it to the pit if you want to continue this. If not, then shaddap!
This doesn’t necessarily translate to an immediate discharge. However, all it takes is one less-than-stellar fitness report to torpedo an officer’s chances for promotion. And if an officer isn’t promoted within a certain time frame, his/her career is over.
I speak from experience. When I opted not to participate in squadron drunk-ex events, that translated into “Doesn’t support organizational goals” or some such thing on my fitrep. I was graded as top 10% - oddly enough, a kiss of death. As a lieutenant, if you’re not rated top 1% or top 5%, it’s a signal to the promotions board that you’re not worth keeping.
Oh, and the percentages are meaningless. Hence, all of the pilots in a squadron can be rated top 1% or top 5% (of what? Of all theoretical officers that ever were or will be?)
Anyway, that’s how one’s military career can be ended, even with an honorable discharge.
That gives me an idea for the next big thing in reality TV shows:
America’s Most Humiliating Stunts. A perverse twist on American Idol. Contestants undertake each week the most humiliating activities that the producers can imagine, with ample suggestions from the audience, subject only to the plunging standards of prime-time TV. A jury of two-bit professional psychologists evaluates the contestants in after-action interviews, and evaluates how badly each person felt. Whoever is deemed to have been humiliated the most comes back in the next round.
The overall winner gets a cool million bucks. The runner-up has to deliver the award speech, without any notes, LIVE.
Note to studio execs: I will gladly license this idea for development and production in return for a percentage of the gross, most of which will go to my favorite charity. (As in, if you’re twisted enough to make this show, I don’t want more than a nominal amount of your dirty money.)
Oh, and the percentages are meaningless. Hence, all of the pilots in a squadron can be rated top 1% or top 5% (of what? Of all theoretical officers that ever were or will be?)
Reminds me of Lake Woebegon, “Where all the kids are above average.”
For those of us not watching the show, what’d he do on-camera?
Sadly scuba, I bet the execs at FOX wouldn’t hesitate for a second on making that show.
Comon’, these are the people who think televising children at the mercy of their crazy ass stage parents is entertaining. Don’t even worry about how traumatized poor johnny will be as he watches his fragile little dreams shatter while knowing that he’s gonna have to face the wrath of his off-center parents who were making a feeble attempt at living vicariously through him.
I’m just as much as a reality show junkie as the next person, but when you drag kids into it, that’s crossing the line.
Sorry for the hijack.
He came over for dinner with the gals, getting very drunk. After dinner, he asked for volunteers to help him take off his boots. The first girl leaned over and he got a good look at his cleavage. The second girl did it with her back to him, while he put his other foot on her butt for leverage. He then dropped trou and declared it to be hot-tub time. Once everyone was in the hot-tub, he floated from girl to girl (I’m sorry, I just can’t think of these 20something females as “women”), groping and slobbering. One at a time, they left the hot-tub.
lezlers – since I don’t do American Idol, I’ve been giving Let’s Eff Up the Little Jonnies and JonBenets a pass – and also haven’t checked out the supermodel show.
I am, frankly, relieved to learn there are some shows I won’t watch.
…good look at her cleavage.
d’oh!
I’m not taking that bet, lezlers. I’m sure they’d pick up my idea, make it more perverse than I could possibly imagine, and market it like there’s no tomorrow.