Ready or not, welcome to VH1’s latest attempt at reality-TV guilty pleasure: “The Pick-Up Artist.” The show promises nerds with bad haircuts who lack the ability to talk not only to women but to people in general the chance to improve their lives (and “game”) through the cruel tutelage of a man who goes only by “Mystery.”
The point of the show seems to be that any schlub – even one who wears more eyeliner than a Vegas showgirl – can pick up women in bars and coffee shops. This often involves wearing some sort of bizarre headgear on your head like an ostentatious crown