This show is great! It showcased a theme apparent in two MTV reality shows this Wednesday, controlling guys and the dumb girls who love them. PP is all about a penthouse in Trump Tower that houses 3 reigning beauty queens: Miss Teen USA, Miss USA and Miss Universe. Tara Conner is no longer Miss USA, and the new Miss USA is pissed because the girl known for her tarnished tiara (and stint in rehab while holding the sash) is back on the show to steal her limelight as she works for the organization. Tara was thrown under the bus by Miss Teen USA (who looks closer to 25 than any teenager I’ve ever seen), and now they are back shacking up and gearing up for a bitch fest at a slow boil.
Tara made her way back to NY where she had to suffer through an uncomfortable dinner with the other Misses and Katie(Miss Teen USA)’s boyfriend Josh. He is a piece of work! I have never seen a pair of male eyebrows withstand so much manicuring, and I have known plenty of East Village drag queens in my day. He must be a hairy gorilla of a man boy because even though those two Velcro swooshes he calls eyebrows are as thick as Penelope Cruz’s accent he has clearly taken his boys down by a few inches. Supposedly there was a brewing love triangle between Katie, Josh and Tara, but one look at this misogynist buffoon will make any sane person guffaw at the thought of Tara wasting breath or energy on such a canned ham.
The three queens and the dry drunk head off to a photo shoot where Katie is made up to look like a third rate whore in Downtown Vegas. Isn’t Miss Teen USA supposed to be wholesome? She was one pee shot away from Hustler. Anyhow, the photo called for a strapping, muscular beau hunk to step in and fondle Katie, and…cue the boyfriend! Josh walks in just as his girlie was getting her buns kneaded by the boy next door. This sent Josh on a rampage and Katie into a crying stupor and Tara, the stylist and every other voice of reason was sent in to tell her to toughen up. I hope this girl has enough good sense to leave her silly control freak of a boyfriend. The last thing we need to spoil a good reality show is a sequel to Star 80.
