Tired formula for 'How do I look' TV show

Screenshot of How do I Look.

It's a show that requires no thought - just to sit, stare and maybe emit the odd, mild "aaah".

Thing is "How Do I look" on Bravo on weekdays is peculiar in that it is a popular concept worldwide. But this Hollywood series is, well, dumbin my opinion.

We have a guest who flouts fashion, which means they dress like a cross between a mad person, a boring tosser or a show-off and hair flinger, not to mention sporting some unartistic or gross tattoos across their usually immense body mass.

By the way these contestants are women - no men on this show, only the stylists.

They have all have an ugly fashion sense, and couldn't give a toss about what people think or say.

Of course these gals exacerbate all life-situations to the maximum from taking their child to the park and hanging about by the sandpit, trying to chat in a
friendly fashion with other "mommies".

These other mommies are usually heading rapidly in the other direction.

Or they front up for a smart job usually in advertising, hairdressing or as a makeup artist dressed like a cross between a show-off and a halfwit.

If our chosen gal goes with the show and feigns guilt for her atrocious dress behaviour, she gets a closet full of new clothes and a makeover.

This makeover exercise usually happens at a turning point in their strung-out non-fashionable life such as starting college, changing careers, or losing weight.

And their life can only be saved and repaired through the new clothes, new hair and new makeup, we're told.

One wardrobe is handpicked by celebrity stylist host Jeannie Mai, while so called "besties" or family members of our guest also get to select some decent gear for their friend.

Our fashion disaster gal gets to choose between three selections and of course there are the obligatory histrionics from her, like "woo man, you dudes are jokin right?''.

It culminates in the big, "gasp" new look...(allow 2 minutes for screaming from
audience.)
ANNND guess what?

Somehow it results in all these fashion disasters ending up looking like Hollywood clones.
No kidding. It's same, same, same because the message is to be like, look like and act like a celebrity.

As a small person said to me once "I can't hardly bear it''.