"When someone or something humps the couch they are not merely attempting to save themselves from obscurity or declining ratings, they are not becoming something they weren't. Oh no, humping the couch is performing something they never were, or maybe something they believe they should have been, or just maybe, something they believe they should be now."

Well said, traumatizedbyoprah, well said. "Trista and Ryan's Wedding", which aired at the end of last year, most definitely humped the couch. Trista Rehn, a reject from the television show "The Bachelor", got her own show, predictably called "The Bachelorette", and ended up choosing Ryan Sutter (as the winner?), the guy that was the least likely candidate to win her heart. But the network could not let it go at that. Oh, no. They had to develop a show infinitely more predictable and painful, and call it -- yup, you guessed it, say it with me -- "Trista and Ryan's Wedding". Every last painful detail about the wedding and the events leading up to it, and of course, the exchange of vows complete with a sun-kissed priest who looked more porn than pious, were exposed (no pun intended). It was just barfy. I blame it all on Trista. She was not happy with being a dancer for the Miami heat. She wanted more. She paved the way for her and that Ryan to hump the couch.

Did I mention that ABC gave the couple one million dollars for the rights to air their wedding in exchange for the producer of the show being able to have the final word on all decisions related to it?