Hola Trash Talkers! Welcome to Season 2 of MTV’s Catfish, the show that is theoretically about young people trying to find love online, but winds up being way more about managing expectations, learning to trust that nagging feeling that something is amiss, and why you should only ever “fall in love” with someone after you’ve seen them in person. In case that wasn’t already apparent. Season 2 debuted on June 25th, which Ronald Reagan just happened to dub National Catfish Day in 1987. Cute. Nev (Knee-ve) and Max are back and ready for action. Enter Cassie, who e-mails Nev for help meeting her fiance. Dear Nev: Could you help me meet my fiance? Love, CassieMax echoes my sentiments exactly when he finally stops fiddling with his camera a sec to opine “Wait…she needs help meeting her fiance?” Sigh. I see why that e-mail stood out from the nearly 10,000 e-mails Nev has reportedly received since wrapping Season 1. I’m also extremely concerned about the future of America. Cassie is a student in Miami who works at a radio station. Her father was brutally murdered in 2010, sending Cassie off the rails and downward into a spiral of sex and alcohol. That all changed when she met aspiring Atlanta rapper Steven Gomez, aka S-Killa. Nice rap name, Steve. Nothing like thinking about killers every time you hear your fiance’s music when your dad was just murdered. “Steve”Cassie has her sights set on the ultimate goal: the legally binding commitment of marriage. Way to make that sound as terrifying as possible. She hopes Steve will move to Miami to be with her after she graduates from college. At least the girl has goals. She’s seems really down to Earth so I’m surprised she’s placed herself in this predicament. But then I have a babydaddy and I’m really, really long-term unemployed, so I try not to judge. While Cassie and her “fiance” Steve have never done any video chatting, ever (they tried once but it didn’t work and Cassie never asked again), Cassie tells Nev and Max that the phone sex is amazing. Everyone is uncomfortable. Steve is wicked busy – he’s a rapper, yo (or as Cassie puts it “a very active recording artist and producer”) – slaving away in the studio so he hasn’t found time to come down from Atlanta to visit his betrothed. Not suspicious at all. Pages: 1 234
Hola Trash Talkers! Welcome to Season 2 of MTV’s Catfish, the show that is theoretically about young people trying to find love online, but winds up being way more about managing expectations, learning to trust that nagging feeling that something is amiss, and why you should only ever “fall in love” with someone after you’ve seen them in person. In case that wasn’t already apparent. Season 2 debuted on June 25th, which Ronald Reagan just happened to dub National Catfish Day in 1987. Cute. Nev (Knee-ve) and Max are back and ready for action. Enter Cassie, who e-mails Nev for help meeting her fiance. Dear Nev: Could you help me meet my fiance? Love, CassieMax echoes my sentiments exactly when he finally stops fiddling with his camera a sec to opine “Wait…she needs help meeting her fiance?” Sigh. I see why that e-mail stood out from the nearly 10,000 e-mails Nev has reportedly received since wrapping Season 1. I’m also extremely concerned about the future of America. Cassie is a student in Miami who works at a radio station. Her father was brutally murdered in 2010, sending Cassie off the rails and downward into a spiral of sex and alcohol. That all changed when she met aspiring Atlanta rapper Steven Gomez, aka S-Killa. Nice rap name, Steve. Nothing like thinking about killers every time you hear your fiance’s music when your dad was just murdered. “Steve”Cassie has her sights set on the ultimate goal: the legally binding commitment of marriage. Way to make that sound as terrifying as possible. She hopes Steve will move to Miami to be with her after she graduates from college. At least the girl has goals. She’s seems really down to Earth so I’m surprised she’s placed herself in this predicament. But then I have a babydaddy and I’m really, really long-term unemployed, so I try not to judge. While Cassie and her “fiance” Steve have never done any video chatting, ever (they tried once but it didn’t work and Cassie never asked again), Cassie tells Nev and Max that the phone sex is amazing. Everyone is uncomfortable. Steve is wicked busy – he’s a rapper, yo (or as Cassie puts it “a very active recording artist and producer”) – slaving away in the studio so he hasn’t found time to come down from Atlanta to visit his betrothed. Not suspicious at all. Pages: 1 234
