When on the treadmill, I catch up on reality TV. Specifically, I watch Bravo. It is my guilty pleasure which I only watch while on the treadmill, because I can convince myself I’m doing something productive. (*Note Bravo and CNBC are both owned by parent company Comcast)
This weekend I stumbled upon the new "Shahs of Sunset".
For those of you who don't live in Los Angeles, we are home to the largest Persian population outside of Iran. They call it Tehrangeles. I was a young college student at USC when the U.S. embassy was taken over and Ayatollah Khomeini came to power. I remember many nights when the dorms were cleared due to bomb threats. Many of Iran's best and brightest were here studying. They never went home. They've gone on to become some of the greatest success stories in Southern California—usually behind the scenes.
"Shahs of Sunset" brings a portion of that community out in the open, and it's not always pretty. You might say the show is a mix of the Kardashians meets The Jersey Shore, with a big dash of Farsi speaking mothers, hookahs, and Persian food. Like most of these shows, it's vain, vapid, insipid, and…hysterically bad.
Here's why I hope it thrives.