I use the term “unbelievable idiots” for good reason. I don’t believe they exist. For one thing, their level of idiocy is hard to accept on a human level. There’s a reason the show isn’t called Cleverclogs Corner. You’d have more chance of decent conversation if you sewed a larynx into a lamb shank and asked if it’d seen any good films lately. They communicate using facial expressions and farts, with the occasional howl of rage thrown in for good measure. Even when attempting to mate.
I say “attempting to mate”. I mean “thumping away at each other’s goolies like a builder grimly trying to knock a hole in a wall before lunch”.
— Charlie Brooker, writing about the UK’s version of Jersey Shore, called “Geordie Shore”
