Llove Letters

This particular blog is rated! I’m giving it a “Y” for yuk. You may not even want to read the next paragraph. Maybe you thought reality TV hit the lowest of the low when “Fear Factor” contestants devoured cockroaches, or when gold diggers paraded their wares in hopes of marrying a millionaire, or when Tila Tequila got a second shot at “love” with 10 guys and 10 girls. Those shows look like “Masterpiece Theater” compared to what’s coming. Take, for instance, “Hurl,” an eating-and-regurgitating competition in which contestants gorge themselves on everything from chicken pot pies to peanut butter sandwiches, then get strapped into spinning contraptions — whoever vomits last…