The fall season can't start soon enough

There's a dearth of interesting television right now, so I probably should be filling my time with exercise, socializing, reading, playing with the cats ... anything, really! But instead, I seem to have found a way to seek out terrible television shows like I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant and More to Love.

The latter show is referred to as "Fat Bachelor" in my mind because it takes the dating show format, but introduces us to all these overweight ladies who compete for the love of one overweight man. That size matters is clearly evident, and every episode hammers home the fact that these people have been discriminated against because of their size.

The girls all have similar complaints: she's never been on a date or she went to prom alone or she's a virgin or she's never worn a bathing suit in public. And enter Luke, the "charming" overweight prince who loves a full-figured gal and has packed on the ell-beez himself throughout the years.

All the girls are starting to "fall in love" with Luke because he's so dreamy and kind and has such nice eyes. Luke, however, comes across as just another douchebag on a dating show who is trying to get in the chonies of as many girls as he can. He's totally insincere, patronizing and uninteresting, yet all the girls are fawning all over him.

And the girls break down every single episode because they somehow see this as their one and only shot at true love. They pour their hearts and secrets out to Luke and to the cameras, declare their true feelings of love through letters and drawings and cry hysterically when they're eliminated.

On top of all this, the show's host, plus-sized model Emme, appears every once in a while to say the dumbest things like, "There is only one ring left," or, "It's time for our next group date."

Internets, you know this panda loves me some trashy television, but I'm really looking forward to some new shows that will take priority over this drivel.