When I first watched this show, I had to continually remind myself that it was a reality series. I couldn't believe any three men would be so narcissistic, unlikeable and out of touch with real reality that they could think the public would embrace their reckless disregard for civility, manners, intelligent conversation and empathy. All three men seem scary-obnoxious, money-obsessed, celebrity addicted, puffed up on their own conceited notion that everyone cares about their seemingly wasted lives--frantically racing from one hot party to another, ordering piles of designer food they don't eat, throwing away hundreds of dollars in Vegas and grabbing women's breasts. Couldn't A&E dig up some other more worthy contender for a series other than a show about pathetic, poor little rich boys who can't make it out of Daddy's shadow, yet are content to live useless lives on papas multi-millions? Sean Stewart is so hideously repulsive you almost feel sorry for him. And Randy Spelling's lame whining about how broken up he is about his father's death as Randy flew off to Hawaii gagged and embarrassed me. Aaron Spelling and Rod Stewart must be thoroughly disappointed in their sons of Hollywood, yet both superstar men created their offspring--two twentyish gems of grotesque overindulged Hollyhorror.
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