Italian reality TV dance shows seem better than the ones you’re forced to sample in the U.S. to get payback sex. The American version features trained ballroom dancers, meaning women with fit bodies but faces that led their parents to decide early on that modeling and Disney Channel weren’t in the cards.
Watching a retired tight end with twenty career receptions dance with a chick who looks like she was plucked from the gulag and slapped into a sequined dress and makeup by the pound has zero angles for appreciation. Contrastingly, outfitting four European models in booty shorts and sheer tops and having them take showers on stage immediately sparks the desire to start changing in Tubmans for twenty singles. This is how low episode cost television was supposed to evolve after Survivor. Stop complaining about how much sports men watch. There’s literally nothing else on.