When I learned that Jersey Shore, MTV’s vicious gold mine, was soon to end after its sixth season, I wanted to praise break like David on the Temple! Nothing personal, people-I just can’t understand the money-making logic of pitting seven overtly-tanned strangers á la Real World spend a summer in a share house in the Jersey Shore (sorry!) and spread some fist-pumping, fist-punching, pickle-eating, and drama-making trouble. I never liked the show; I could only digest it for about fifteen minutes. Every time I heard Snooki coif her hair and utter some words in her thick, Brooklyn accent, I felt compelled to ask the God of the Heavens, “Why?”