The entire concept of Patti Stanger‘s Millionaire’s Club and its subsequent television show strikes me as being bizarre at best and depraved at worst, but that doesn’t mean I won’t happily watch three episodes in a row while I power walk on the treadmill. I feel like the majority of Millionaire Matchmaker‘s audience has to be in somewhat of the same position, like, “this isn’t something I really want to watch, but I need to watch something trashy and mind-numbing right now so this will have to suffice,” followed almost immediately by, “oh god, I’m maybe actually enjoying this, and should I call my next of kin and insist they go on without me, I am done here?” OR MAYBE THAT’S JUST ME.
But, whatever, bottom line is that, against my better judgement, I like Millionaire Matchmaker, and I even like its polarizing star, the Millionaire Matchmaker herself, Patti Stanger. She says a lot of shallow, occasionally bafflingly insensitive bullshit, but whatever, she’s kind of rad. But who knew the Millionaire Matchmaker made such a damn good living off of this? Her home is fancy, all glossy wood floors and cowhide-upholstered chairs. I almost wanted to commend her on her excellent taste, but then I got to the bedrooms, which I feel are really indicative of her New Jersey upbringing. More photos after the jump! [Huffington Post]