Noooo, I Don't Want to Do Anger!

I knew from Cedric's postings on the Shar Jackson vehicle, The Ex-Wives Club, that it would be worth a casual viewing or two. But I had NO IDEA what insane ridi-ka-lusness Ex-Wives actually was until I saw last night's show. Divorcee and sassy 40-year old, Lynn, went to an anger therapy session, which from what I gather, is a room full of people screaming "I hate you" at the top of their lungs. There were at least fifty old chickens in blind folds screaming and crying and going FETAL! I really want to have one at my next dinner party.

A typical Anger Session with life coach, Debbie Ford:

(Also, the CGI effects the producers added to the scene where Angie blew up Lynn's boat were sooooo fake- just like Shar's friendship with Lynn. Watch it- they'll do the same shit next week, but maybe with a man and some man-crying!)

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Do Like To Watch Men Crying???

Heaven knows I do! Maybe not the 2.5 hours of it that I was exposed to last weekend. But a 1 hour weekly session of man tears is more my speed ( and a lot less sad than this), and luckily ABC read my mind is now catering to my sick sick desire with the creation of The Shar Jackson Show!

Imagine one part Starting Over, one part Extreme Makeover (and not the Home Edition), sprinkled with a dash of Punk'd. Sounds tasty right! Add to that a heaping helping of K-Fed's ex and you have my new favorite reason to live for Monday nights. Now there are two other hos (oops, i mean bitches) that host the show but Shar is what really counts. I think I'm obsessed more with the fact that she is getting work, than with her as an actual person.

This past week, I saw her see a man through surgery to have a lump removed from his skull in order to increase his self-esteem right before The Bitches take him to a club and challenge him to get laid. Genius I tell you! PURE GENIUS!

Now they heal the hearts of broken women too, but that's why MJH and MBB keep the Lifetime Network alive. So I fast forward through those parts.

Anywho, I've gone on far too long. Next Monday @ 9pm, buckle down, grab a sparks, some Kleenex, and your lip gloss then prepare to either weep the night away or laugh until you shit in your pants!

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