Having spent more time than I’d generally care to admit following the bubbleheaded, utopian antics of Hugh Hefner’s then-girlfriends on drama-free E! juggernaut The Girls Next Door (“It’s Wednesday, and Hef usually throws a party on Wednesday, so…”), I approached inevitable spinoff Kendra, focusing on the sportiest and least erudite of the three ladies, with caution. But I still approached it. And thus was I exposed to its toxically horrific theme song, a sub-Black Eyed Peas atrocity that makes [something really dumb] sound like [something really smart]. And this is coming to you from a blog not exactly opposed to BEP-style deranged frivolity. We’re not looking for a Hill Street Blues sort of elegant poise here, but come the fuck on. If it took longer to write this thing than I did to blog about how terrible it is, I’ll [unpleasant activity to convey my certainty that I’m right about this].
UPDATE: Oh sweet Jesus Too $hort might actually be responsible for this.