"I don't wanna fight, I just wanna dance!" This proclamation was made by man on VH1's new reality show "Stripsearch," in which fifteen men compete to be one of seven chosen to dance in a Vegas male revue.
I am addicted to this show.
It all began when I was stuck in bed for two days. Not unlike American Idol, VH1 allowed me, the viewer, to accompany Rachel and Billy, the hosts, across the country to seek out the fifteen hottest men in the USA. I was privy to the good and the bad auditions, the hunks shaking their well kept bodies, and the not-so-hunky men shaking their paler, flabbier ones. And I watched all of them. After the auditions came the first day in the house, the fabulous abode the fifteen of them would live in until their numbers are whittled to only seven. The house has a full gym and a dance room. As is standard practice on reality shows, the men lumbered through their new short-term residence, and told the camera how "awesome" it is, and how they've "always wanted to live like this." But not even two days in the house, and the drama has begun.
I don't know why I'm so enthralled in it. Maybe it's because I think men dancing in a male revue are comical, not sexy. Maybe it's because the previews showed on of the Vegas-bound hopefuls crying. Maybe it's because I just can't take it seriously. But whatever the reason, I can't stop watching.
And when one of the contestants shook an enraged fist as his competitor, demanding that the fighting stop and the dancing begin, the laughter spilled out of me. And even though I was stuck in bed, miserable with a summer cold, I felt exponentially better.