The CW officially revealed the self-proclaimed, next, hot, girl group on last night’s season finale of “Pussycat Dolls Presents: Girlicious” and I am left with mixed feelings.

When it first aired in February, I was quite disappointed to learn that the Pussycat Dolls were nowhere to be found, but intrigued with the idea of the formation of a new and potentially even more amazing group.

Unfortunately, my heart only dropped again, along with my brain cell count, to find myself spending an hour of my life watching a large group of young girls at each other’s throats over anything and everything (ie: the sharing or should I say NOT sharing of clothes) while fighting for the dubious honor of becoming part of a group called “Girlicious.” Seriously, how much time and creative thought and energy did it take to come up with “Girlicious”–maybe a minute?

Each week I found myself tuning in and wondering to myself, “Oh my god, these girls are soooo annoying. Why am I watching this?”

I mean, did they really just say that? As I roll my eyes and the desire to slap them around a bit subsides, it hits me…

Okay. I am ashamed to admit it, but I LOVED THIS SHOW. Well, at least I loved to hate it. It was very much my guilty pleasure for the last 2-3 months, not quite crack but very close to it. I knew it was bad for me. It was a total time-waster, but god did I do anything for a hit. I even scoured YouTube for ages looking for the missed episodes when my cable box was out so that I could get at least one or two snide remarks in about them being so catty and stupid.

As the final four (the “shocker” as the group was originally supposed to be a trio), Nichole, Tiffanie, Natalie and Chrystina, were announced and I finished watching the final episode, I tried to make sense of this addiction and decided the following:

Yes, Girlicious is a ridiculous name and yes, I hated myself for watching the show, but I was obviously entertained and I’m sure they ate up my hesitant support. Thus, we both got something positive out of this nasty experience—this show and I are in an unhealthy love/hate relationship and it looks like a sick and twisted future is in store.

So you say to me, “The shows over. Now what?” Well, right now? I guess I’d have to say that we’re kind of on a break. Sadly, that probably means that for the next couple of weeks you’ll find me watching their new video over and over again while idealizing the good times we had together. So, it might just be the withdrawal talking, but despite the fact that I find their new video a bit skanky and the lyrics really snobby, the song itself is quite catchy. You be the judge, but be careful…I could be your future.