Joel On The Significance Of The Pants-Crapping Scene On Flavor Of Love:

There is some stuff on television that is shocking that it’s on there, and shocking that it’s not being censored. We run to that with torches and pitchforks and go after it. On Flavor Of Love, when a woman took a dump on the stairs, I mean, that’s like J.R. being shot on Dallas, or like maybe the last episode of M*A*S*H. It’s a milestone on television that’s covered with chlamydia.

Joel On My Super Sweet Sixteen:

If you were to film a guy with food poisoning who was vomiting and crapping himself at the same time, it would be less offensive than this.

Joel On (Basically) Hate-Watching:

We should start our own network called IRO where everything you watch is like, “It’s ironic that I’m watching this. It’s campy. It’s contradictory.”

I think that channel exists and is called Lifetime. But Joel McHale is a hero.

(via Jezebel)

You have to give MTV credit where credit is due. My Super Sweet 16 is an insufferable offense to mankind, and an advertisement for eugenics, which I used to think was a horrible program but My Super Sweet 16 opened my eyes. In the words of my friend Scott, just because the Nazis did it, doesn’t mean it can’t be done right. But when MTV closes a door on your face, they open a window that leads to a Schadenfreude paradise. The only thing that would make this show better is if Bear Grylls taught you how to eat these brats to survive in the wilderness.

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