Also known as I Want To Work For Diddy. The casting special claims that a hundred thousand people applied to be on the show and get a chance at being Combs' assistant. Combs further claims that everyone in the world should want to work for him. Well, after watching the casting special, I want to work for him -- so I can quit at the exact second he needs me most. Followed by setting his precious Blackberry on fire.

'I don't treat people like they're human', says the pot of gold at the end of this murky rainbow. Good to hear. I don't buy anything you make, support, endorse, or discover -- now.

You're not worth it, Mr. Combs. I just wish I could be there at the moment someone finally says it to your face.

And yes, I'd say it without hesitation. Casting Season #2 yet?

• RE: The Devil Wears Prada Travels With 45 Suitcases.,mocha madness, 01:22 PM, 07-30-08
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• Episode #1.,Estee, 12:43 PM, 08-05-08
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    • RE: Episode #1.,Estee, 05:26 PM, 08-05-08
  • RE: Episode #1.,kidflash212, 09:49 AM, 07-10-16

Estee, I agree completely with your post. Why does Viacom think that programming the a**, formerly known as P. Diddy would be interesting? Everything this cretin does is all about him. A big screen tv is not big enough for his ego. This is a guy who is lucky he didn't go down hard in the gun charge trial several years ago. That narrow escape would humble most people, but for Diddy it just makes him even more of a jerk.

His various attempts to make a band, and now to find an assistant, which will go through several seasons give a completely distorted view of what young people should aspire to be. How do young Blacks feel about this guy?

The next reality show should be ...."Who has the bigger ego....Donald Trump or P. Diddy?" They could have a bluster off, tours of their closets to see who has the most clothes, a groom off to see who spends more time looking at themselves in the mirror, a fire off to see who can fire the most employees for no good reason. The possiblities are endless.

tours of their closets to see who has the most clothes

Sean wins. Believe me, Sean wins.

Watching the casting special was an amazing experience. I could actually feel every last faint vestige of respect I'd ever had for the man draining out of my body with every passing second. You fall asleep, you're fired. You question me (even if I'm wrong), you're fired. You drive through a dead zone while I'm trying to call you, you're fired. You try to maintain any kind of relationship other than being my -- brace yourself, Sean, because this is the position you're putting them in -- slave, you're fired.

The man makes Donald look like the patron saint of unionization.

Having security escort the dismissed contestants out may be the most insulting thing I've ever seen in the entire genre.

Maybe he's watched other VH1 shows and knows what kind of nutcases they cast?

Do I have to pass some sort of cool test to watch this show, because I'm not sure Diddy would let me watch.