Watching a show set in South Beach featuring attractive women drinking martinis and commiserating about the "mo money, mo problems" that their relationships with million dollar ballplayers have created for them is mind numbing.
Yet, for reasons this writer is still scratching his head a bout, Sunday night I subjected myself to gazing at the spectacle of what's yet another example of the 'Kim Kardashian-ization' of reality relationship television.
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