Make Extreme Edition Home Over!

You know what's really bleedin' stupid?

Extreme Makeover Home Edition.

You know the show perfectly well; a guy who is more enthusiastic than fucking Steve Irwin remakes people's homes because they suck, and everyone starts crying all the time because it's such a Cinderella story!

It's shit.

Come on, you know it's shit.

No, I'm not talking about how disgustingly cheerful and emotional the whole thing is. I mean, that's sickening in itself, but the really terrible part is that those damn houses aren't actually fucking livable!

Take one family, for instance, where the youngest daughter was quite fond of pastries and sweets, as if there exists a form of child that isn't exactly that. So, what did they do? They decorated the whole thing so that abso-fucking-lutely every single detail in the whole room was pastry-themed. The cushions were doughnuts, the walls were covered in pastry images, everything revolved around that theme.

What kind of a fucking bedroom is that supposed to be? Yeah, so the kid has a sweet tooth, can you imagine what'll happen when that kid is a 15 year old emo trying to bring her friends home to listen to The Cure in a room dressed up like a baker's shop? Ever considered that maybe, just maybe, kids change what they like? Heck, I played fucking hockey when I was a kid, a fact that anyone who knows me now will realize illustrates my point to a terrifying degree.

However, the worst example is one family where the mother had passed away. That's sad for any family, but in this case they had Extremely Creepy Makeover Building a Fucking Mausoleum Edition to help them out. See, the people doing the show thought it'd be a nice touch to have poetry written by the mother covering the walls.

What...the...fuck?

So, how do you expect the kids will get over their mother when their whole house is a monument to her? It's a mausoleum, a graveyard, the walls of which contain her epitaph.

Oh, and while you're at it, how do you think the first visit of the father's new girlfriend, because he will definitely fucking get one sooner or later (Pro tip: people fucking move on!), to the house that's covered in the writing of the dead mother?

That's creepy as shit!