Today's Freudian nightmare comes to us via the BBC, where the new reality show with self-explanatorily gag-inducing title "Hotter Than My Daughter" premieres tomorrow.
Based on the previews, the premise seems simple -- three moms cavort around in sequined tops, and their teenage daughters cringe. Somehow, this was more amusing when "Absolutely Fabulous" did it. It was more amusing when "Mildred Pierce" did it.
In yesterday's issue of the ever-classy Sun newspaper, the show's tan, surgically augmented soon-to-grandmother Sharon explained, "I just feel empty if I am covered up as I don't get the attention I love. I thrive on it." Based on the Sun's reader comments on their "sag and plastic," if it's attention these ladies seek, it's attention they shall have.
No one's suggesting anybody has to slap on a pair of mom jeans and write off her womanhood permanently once she's reproduced. But there's something pretty vicious about exploiting a woman's insecurities by pitting her sexual viability against that of her own offspring -- all in the name of prime-time entertainment. It goes way beyond even the old MILF-leering and straight into mocking the mutton dressed as lamb territory. And maybe the most pathetic thing of all about "Hotter Than My Daughter" is knowing that if it takes off, it won't be long before we see an American version starring Dina Lohan and Lynne Spears.