A Morphin' Good Time

A lot people who watch television have a show that they really enjoy but are too afraid to admit to watching for fear of being ridiculed by their peers. It's called a guilty pleasure, and everyone has one. Some people like The Jerry Springer Show, some people are into Desperate Housewives, and there are even some thirty-something gay boys I know who absolutely love watching WWE Monday Night Raw. For those of you who don't know, it's a professional wrestling program and not a gay bareback porn film.

I picked up a new guilty pleasure this past weekend after spending so much time entertaining my four year old nephew. He turned my attention to a little program called The Power Rangers.



The Power Rangers have been on the air since the early 1990s and have been reinvented more times than Madonna and Cher. Kids absolutely love it, possibly because of all of the bright colors and cool sound effects. I was watching an episode of Power Rangers: SPD and got an eyeful of the blue ranger. I know that he's got a red uniform in the picture, so don't e-mail me about it. He becomes the red ranger later in the series.

It wasn't long before I was the one hushing everyone whenever they talked during the program because I'd become so taken with the red ranger and the other cuties on the show. He's got wonderful eyes, a cute smile, and a killer ass that the directors definitely know about because they're always finding situations where he has to bend over or reach something high up on a shelf.

I admit that the show itself is rather formulaic and poorly dubbed, but it managed to make its way into my Tivo's season pass manager. When you think about it, it's a great way to see amazingly hot and limber young men struggle to string sentences together without the hassle of making a trip out to a gay bar.