Tonight I treated myself to a few hours of British self-help reality shows. It turns out the British have a capacity for bitchiness and humiliation that makes our reality shows look like the Teletubbies:
"Look at this kitchen. You're a filthy, disgusting pig, do you know that? Well! Go on and smirk, then. You know it's true." (From the show where the two women take turns acting like venomous harpies and jolly mother figures as they alternately try to encourage and shame people into cleaning their totally disgusting houses or flats or whatever the hell they live in over there.)
"We had a look at your poo sample, and I'm sorry to say your poo looks like a big pile of vomit. You don't chew your food very well at all, do you?" (Not verbatim, but damn close. From the diet show where they lay out all the food you eat in a week on one giant table and go on and on about what all that sugar does to your bowels.)
It's all awesomely uncomfortable. I don't remember what these shows are called, but if you have BBC America you should definitely watch them.
