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If you watched the documentary with the name....its basically the same idea, but now hottie Jew-tastic Nev is not the one being duped; he is the one dropping truth bombs on these lost souls who think they are cyber chatting with Miss Teen USA. [Tangent: Yes, its true, I have some strange infatuation with Nev, even though my boyfriend pointed out that this host with the most has...wait for it...a tramp stamp. I try to ignore that detail, so my C list celebrity crush will stay in tact. I mean he still looks like Aladdin.] The concept is spellbinding to me and I am in disbelief that it has not gotten more critical acclaim because in my opinion it is the Homeland of basic cable.
The first episode I saw featured a really chipper cheerleader/sorority gal type who was fb dating a guy who claimed to be a dude named Jamison who is a model/aspiring physical therapist/production assistant on Chelsea Lately. REALLY?!? That, in no way even sounds like a real person. Another episode was about a extremely awkward 19-year-old who thought he was dating a 28-year-old former playmate. Even after about 900 red flags have been thrown, the lovestruck remain oblivious. Soon, they learn that the boy they have been mooning over is really a bored lesbian or someone they know who is just playing an elaborate practical joke. [Tangent: This series makes me feel like I should start reverse google image searching everyone in my life to make sure I am not being catfish'd. In fact, I have reverse image searched my blog masthead photo to make sure my likeness is not being used to promote a mail order bride service in Albania. Thankfully, it is not. Thanks googles!]
Since I am currently between jobs and looking for a hobby, maybe I should start catfish'ing people. I mean clearly its popular among the kiddos. [Tangent: Plus, I have experience...well sort of. When the internet was still a new concept, I remember going into chat rooms with my friends and lying to people we met online. Although, we did the opposite of that stuff from the stuff you see on TV. Distinctly, as a 15 year old, I remember trying to make myself as undesirable as possible, telling weirdos that I was a 400 lb guinea pig breeder and such. My apologies to those readers who fit this profile, but let's be honest- its not a demographic that a lot of people are hot for.] I guess I would start off my deciding who I wanted to be and mining the wasteland that is myspace for suitable profile pictures. Eh, who are we kidding...I am too lazy to keep up that ruse, but for now it will remain on the back burner. Perhaps there is an easier way, less humiliating way to meet Nev.