They have launched my new guilty pleasure and it is called, “I want to work for Diddy.” And these contestants are screaming, “Yes! Yes! Yes, we want to work for Diddy;” and none of them are afraid to say why. Their primary reasons for becoming his assistant seems to one of the only reasons people will subject themselves to the will of a celebrity- fame, fortune, and opportunities. The “applicants”, if you will, range from a variety of backgrounds, some of which so far, is not pretty.

I have this deep burning desire to totally get into Kim a.k.a. Poprah’s cra-cra* antics, but I have to leave that for my closing thoughts. Is Poprah a nickname that is meant to like poor (or po’, for short) + Oprah? I don’t know, I don’t think that this show is meant to be deep, nor their nicknames.

The show is about 12 applicants, who are competing to be Diddy’s right hand, and overall the only thing that comes to mind is D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R! It is too early to project who will be the final four, but certain people are definitely not up to par.

Poprah, or Kim… Kim, Kim, Kim. And I accompany that name repetition with a Paul Mooney headshake, and if you have not seen one, you have never known shame. She is a hoot for the sheer fact that uses a loud voice to boss everyone around and that makes her unpleasant to everyone. She is, also, easy to provoke, so note to Kim… You cannot win, when are so easy to provoke. When working for Diddy you are going to have a desire to punch him in the face, at least once, so word to the wise, chill out. It is nice to see a beautiful and robust woman doing her thing, but it is so unattractive seeing someone unravel.

Episode 2 is labeled “No bitchassness” and I love it. I can barely write bitchassness, but I do know that the right person went home last week and I am so stoked to see who will go home this week. Will Kim learn her lesson? Who knows…. Well, Diddy knows.

I mean come on everyone, where else can you go to here someone compare themselves to Jesus and Martin Luther King. Sigh.

*cra-cra = crazy