Last night, Kevin and I were sitting at home, mostly watching the Fiesta Bowl, when Kevin comes across this "interesting" show on the guide. It's called "Conveyor Belt of Love." Just stop, and say that again to yourself..."Conveyor Belt of Love." People, we have reached a new all-time low in our society when shows like "Conveyor Belt of Love" are not only pitched to networks with serious intent, but some network executive somewhere says, "Hey, that sounds like a good idea."
Here's the premise, to save you from being sucked into the inanity if you happen to see it on your TV - that's assuming it endures past the initial episode. 5 women form a panel and have signs that say "Interested" and "Not Interested". Then, one by one, 30 men roll through on, yes, you guessed it...a conveyor belt. They then have to do or say anything they think will catch the attention of one of these women. These guys were doing everything -- reciting bad original poetry; serenading the women on a ukulele; performing lame magic tricks or Sean Connery impersonations; doing yoga poses. One guy had nunchucks. Another guy, who was actually picked, rolled through in a speedo cradling his dog, who's name during the day is Princess and at night is Rambo...the dog, that is, not the guy in the speedo.
And we watched it.
We spent 60 minutes of our all-too-short time on this earth watching - say it with me - "Conveyor Belt of Love". After having a wonderful conversation over the weekend about our family New Year's resolutions, and the things we want to do as a family to bring us closer to one another and to God, we then spent a slow Monday night watching mind-numbing, intelligence-sucking reality TV crapola. I am dumber for it.
