Well, MTV has finally done it.

We do not expect much from the channel since it let Dave Holmes go.

And we definitely do not expect anything that will make us think from the channel ever since it produced such gems as “The Hills” and “Yo’ Mama.”

But in two hours, the channel found a way to degrade a nationality and a state with the creation of a program simply known as “Jersey Shore.”

For those of you who did not tune into the program, “Jersey Shore” takes eight self-proclaimed “guidos” and “guidettes,” gives them a summer home in Seaside Heights, N.J., where racial stereotypes ensue.

I am ashamed at myself for even watching the program, but if the two-hour premiere was any indication, it is more addictive than nicotine-based crack.

It is a train wreck that you feel dirty for watching and when it is over you have to look in the mirror for three hours making sure none of the fake tan or hair gel came through the television.

From the get go, the eight housemates from all over the northeast area embark on a summer in on the Jersey Shore with nicknames like “The Situation” (because when he shows off his abs to women they know the situation), “Jolie” (because her first name is Angelina) and DJ Pauly D (simply because he is an idiot).

All the cast mates live up to the New Jersey stereotype of muscles, tans and pride of being Italian. The women brag about racking up as many tall, tan guys as they can.

In their introductions, one tool shows the viewer how to “fist pump like a champ” (even while fist pumping in a lake). One of the cast mates brings a duffle bag of hair gel and another admits she will definitely cheat on her boyfriend.

Then, what typically happens with reality shows proceeds to happen. They get drunk, fight and have orgies in a hot tub. One girl switches guys in a span of 20 minutes while the “bros” invite some walking STIs to get naked in their hot tub.

The amazing thing about the program is how it is impossible to identify with any of the cast, unless you also lack a soul or have zero human decency left. There is no way you can like any of these people except for laughing at them.

I am not Italian and I really feel sorry for Italians being represented by these monsters. Domino’s Pizza thought the show was so stereotypical it even pulled advertising.

And I feel sorry for the state of New Jersey. I’m sure not that many people there act that way, but now I cannot be so sure. It is already a bad time for the state with the New Jersey Nets being the worst team in the NBA; now America thinks its streets are full of meat-head morons. The only way the state can pull itself out is for Bruce Springsteen to do something cool (which will probably happen because he is “The Boss”).

So, will I watch the show again next week? Probably.

Will I enjoy the train wreck? Yes, of course.

Will I sit in the shower scrubbing myself for hours afterward? Absolutely.

Dan Cusack is a junior journalism major and can be reached at 581-7944 or

DENopinions@gmail.com.