“These are the hands of Michelangelo…”

It still doesn’t make sense, but it sure as hell never stops being funny. I love how much the cast of Work Out loves themselves. Jackie’s narcissism, Rebecca’s narcissism, Jesse’s narcissism and Brian Peeler’s über narcissism are kind of confusing in how they’ve survived two seasons of seeing how atrocious they can appear on camera, but you’ve got to admire them for soldiering on. Especially those trainers, who, for all of their complaining, really have no problem orbiting around Jackie Warner like the radiant lesbian sun she is.

They do love her. They also love to hate her. As long as they’re talking about her, their emotions are pretty much an afterthought. Rarely do you see a crowd of people so deeply consumed by one person. Obviously, this has a lot to do with the fact that their minor fame hinges on their relationship with the owner of their gym and the star of this show. But Jackie’s thrall reaches more than just her employees though. A startling number of articles came out about the many folks who cannot get enough of her just before the premiere of the third season.

… A season that has one big problem. New people! New people with no reverence for Jackie or a desire to talk about her! I cannot abide these folks and I request their removal immediately. Other than Jackie’s sweet new assistant, all three additions to the Sky Sport staff seem unnecessary and lack any semblance of a personality – catty or otherwise.

They are fun to look at though. And, after all, the real success of Work Out is that it’s one of the only shows on television that does not facilitate laziness. It’s impossible to watch these hot bodies and not be at least a little motivated. And if they can spare just a handful of viewers the pain of being unfit and the absurd cost of a Sky Sport membership, isn’t it all worth it?