What I learned while watching "Million-Dollar Rooms" today:

That’s right. Million-dollar rooms!

The wrong people have too much fucking money.

And it takes a lot more than money to make up for their lack of personality.

Really. Gazillionaires are pretty damn boring.

I don’t care about the fifteen Ferraris in your garage, or the 1950s diner you built with your name on the sign so you can pretend you’re serving up ice cream sodas and french fries while your maid actually does the work.

And the pool you modeled after The Atlantis resort in the Bahamas. Oh, that’s nice. But when you tell me it “pays for itself” I really don’t know what that means.

I know people like to see how the wealthy live, but I was almost bored enough to switch the channel to The View during my workout.

Dull, insipid people. And that goes for you, too, host Carter Oosterhouse.

You need more than good looks and money to get my attention.

Truthfully, I’m much more interested in watching prospective homeowners with a $250,000 budget try to find a decent home.