Oh, House Hunters. The show that puts clueless people who adhere to every gendered stereotype imaginable in the hands of the most grating and idiotic real estate agents on the planet and forces them to choose between three mediocre home options. Or whatever the official outline of the show is supposed to be.
Lots of bad news, but
The worst is that House Hunters
is not even real.
Actually, I’m not even sure I can count this as a guilty “pleasure” because an episode of House Hunters (on HGTV) usually ends up with me yelling at my TV. So”¦ more guilty, less pleasure. Read More Guilty Pleasures: House Hunters