'Date My Ex' is the worst thing I've ever watched.

Period. Jo has no right to a TV show --not talented enough; not attractive enough to not be talented enough. She's an orange whore, so shallow she almost has a kind of depth, barely able to register the world around her through the 5 inches of make-up she cakes on her face. Doesn't quite know how to converse intelligently, yet quite able to complain to her cloned Australian "friend" that her date was talking too much.
And Slade, at all times with that *beep* smirk, that stubble (do they shoot at 2-day intervals so Slade can not shave?), that scarf, that hat. He's so narcissistic, humorless, the kind of man who in a different decade would be telling us that we need to bomb a Vietnamese village in order to save it. He's so unperturbed by the fact that he's a worthles a55hole, which ups the a55hole factor by 10.
And the men, the cardboard cut-outs of salarymen who wandered out of the gym and into "Slade's home," where they fight for the prize no real man could stomach........................................God I can go on and on and on.
This said, why the hell am I watching it?