I’ve never quite understood Jersey Shore, you know that. I sort of kind of got it when they first started, even though nobody in the cast was really Italian-American, and even though it was so obviously staged, I was willing to buy into it, mostly for the sake of seeing the boob-tube-tops of J-Woww (that hasn’t changed much). But how they keep sending these mini-millionaires back into a beach house to pretend they’re kids living by the shore, and, more importantly, how the audience continues to buy into it, that’s a bit beyond my understanding of the nature of entertainment, again, outside of J-Woww’s cleavetastic, which promotionally speaking, was back on display in the current edition of Maxim, including some nice cuts from behind the scenes of her photoshoot.
I’m not suggesting that people who watch Jersey Shore are a bunch of boobs, but I am suggesting that boobs are really the only reason to be watching. Enjoy.