Jandi Lin showed up on a recent episode of Playboy TV’s faux dating reality show “Foursome,” (airing Fridays) in which two men and two women share a Malibu house for the weekend and are mercilessly goaded via product placement into having sex.
Each of the foursome has a backstory, and Jandi is introduced as a model.
While porn perfomers are, strictly speaking, models, Playboy committed what we Catholics call a Sin of Omission, like when I introduced Belladonna to my parents as a parapsychologist rather than the star of My Ass Is Haunted.
I usually hate reality shows for a couple of reasons. One is because I know I’m watching something that has been teased into shape, no matter how raw it appears. Another is my abiding misanthropy.
So not only do I chafe with people acting like they’re cool and “real,” but also I hate who they’re trying to be. At least that’s how I feel when I watch C-Span.
Here’s an exchange between demure Alaina and brain-dead personal trainer Peter:
Alaina: So who are you?
Peter: Who am I? A guy. Just chilling.
That’s right: Peter is the type of guy who repeats your question back to you. Then he uses the word “chilling” in a context other than the appropriate one, which would be to describe the thought of giving him a mortgage or the keys to your car.
The foursome is tempted with erotic snacks, a visit to a sex store, and maid service. Before my screener DVD crashed, Jandi had still not told her love interest, the affable Australian Kerry, that she likes Star Trek, diddles Ange Venus and, last I heard, was dating Matt Zane.
As you know, I strive for transparency in all things, which is why I have no trouble telling you that I am the Vice President of the United States. That Playboy did not have the decency to reveal Jandi Lin’s superpower is shameful.
Previously: “We can be nerds together“; Pool party auteur; Matt Zane’s irons, immortal soul in the fire
See also: Playboy TV’s “Foursome”
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