The Choice is a horrible, degrading, thoroughly distasteful exercise in celebrity-sanctioned slut auctioning that I somehow got sucked into watching last night. A friend of mine who lives in an earlier time zone told me I needed to see it solely for the thrill of watching Joe Jonas pretend to be turned on by dizzy, scantily clad trollops. Mr Jonas did not disappoint. He was fluttery and evasive and so obviously uncomfortable with the proceedings, it was clear he had no idea what he had gotten himself into. My favorite parts, however, were when he got all gender-nonspecific when asked what he was looking for in a date. HA.
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