So, here we are. ‘Joe Millionaire’ has ended, and we need something to fill that relationship reality show void. Let’s see, we’ve had your typical blind date stuff. We’ve done the 20 guys/girls compete for one girl/guy. We’ve done said competition for a guy with money, who then didn’t actually have the money.
What is the next logical step? Take “frustrated singles” and have them marry someone that we, the citizenry of America, select. So, this is dating with an ‘American Idol’ spin to it, I guess.
But, I ask, have we really gone far enough with the concept? And after asking, I answer with a resounding: maybe, maybe not.
Assuming the not, I have decided to take this ‘Married by America’ idea one step further. I will now make all my decisions based on a nationwide vote.
Should I eat breakfast today? I don’t know. What does America have to say about it?
Jeans or khakis to class? What’s that America? Naked? Well, alright. You’re the boss.
Hmm…I’ve got to pee, but America says no bathroom break. Guess I’ll just wet myself. Won’t matter anyway since I’m not wearing pants.
So, America (or at least T.J. Monkey’s readers). This is your chance to dictate the terms of my life. Every choice of mine is yours. Write in and cast your votes, especially if you’re interested in seeing me watch TV on my couch…in pajamas…while eating Cheetos…with a hot chick.
I’m keeping my fingers crossed…