What’s classy, tasteful, and, I quote, “beautimus?” Not Honey Boo Boo’s family. Okay, so that wasn’t very clever, but it’s true. On Wednesday, Aug. 8, the world got to see Toddlers & Tiaras favorite Alana Thompson star alongside her disgraceful family on her own show Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.

You may remember Thompson as the obnoxious, energetic six-year-old who relied on her “special juice” to help her win pageants and loved jiggling her stomach fat. I can’t lie; I watched Thompson’s footage from her Toddlers episode countless times on YouTube and it never got old. And while I have tuned into Honey Boo Boo every week since the premiere, this show is only another reason why I have lost faith in humanity.

I don’t even know where to begin, quite honestly. Shall we start with the constant bodily noises Alana’s mom, June “The Coupon Queen” Shannon, makes every time she’s shown during B roll? Or what about the crude, no-mannered sisters of Thompson (one of them is convinced, ahem, passing gas 12 to 15 times a day makes you lose weight). For crying out loud, the show’s opening is centered on Shannon unleashing flatulence. This family might possibly be the most disgusting one to walk this planet (bless their hearts). Oh, and don’t let me forget to mention the latest episode, in which the family played the game “Guess Whose Breath.” That’s self-explanatory, really. Ultimately, while this show is absolutely hilarious, I can’t even hold down my dinner while watching it.

While the family’s behavior is just one reason I no longer have faith in humanity, my other reason is more irritating. It’s the fact that America has put this family on a redneck pedestal; the back-to-back premiere episodes garnered about 2.2 million viewers and ratings have only continued to rise (also note that this show received more viewers than the Republican National Convention, so I guess that tells you where our country’s priorities lie). While I wouldn’t say America is glorifying the crude behavior, it’s a bit startling to know that Honey Boo Boo viewers, myself included, are allowing ourselves to cut our IQ in half every time we watch an episode.

But like I said, I love this show; this, perhaps, is the definition of a “guilty pleasure,” and maybe we could all take something from this family: embrace your lifestyle and have fun doing what you’re doing. Thankfully, though, for the family’s sake, I’m about positive they are convinced the audience is laughing with them and not at them.