I watch reality television.
I sure do.
Too much of it, probably.
And I am sure some people will think I'm a moron for doing it.
But I don't care.
I sure don't.
If growing up in New Mexico and New Jersey wasn't enough to totally screw me up, reality tv watching won't do much harm.
My only problem is having that word 'reality' in there. Seriously?!
Reality is living paycheck to paycheck. Looking through your bills and deciding which ones can wait. Driving a mini-van that's four years old....and your husband's car is probably older than that! Having your kid's birthday party at your house, with a cake that you made. Eating at fancy-ass restaurants is something you do on your anniversary. Taking care of your children is something you do, not a job for Lola the Nanny. I have never, ever seen a real housewife of any kind on the Real Housewives of (insert city/state here)...hell, most are not even wives! I am debating on whether or not to start a campaign to convince them to change the name of the show to "Rich Bitches You Love to Hate...and Hate to Love". It is much more accurate. Real, ya know?
Another screwed up version of 'reality' is that mess on Jersey Shore. Even the Italians on there are fake! Helloooooooooo, Snooki! It disturbs me deeply that this nasty VD fest is so popular with teens and tweens. What is it teaching them? Let's see...one, Oompa Loompa's enjoy hanging out at the boardwalk...two, it doesn't matter who you screw, as long as it's all documented by some creepy ass camera crew...three, fist pumping while you are fall down drunk is considered dancing in some parts of the world...and four, you can have a career in television even if your IQ is only in the double digits(and I feel I am being quite generous in assuming all of them have an IQ above 9).
The television is saturated with crap being touted as "real", but none of it is. Nope, they aren't REALLY repossessing a car from some geeky dumbass dressed up as Harry Potter at some Dungeons and Dragons type festival. That is "reenacted". Sorry, that gaggle of snooty Los Angeles bimbos did not just happen to all show up at the same party and decide to get into a catfight. That is a "scene". And I am willing to bet that the family being surprised with an extreme makeover of their dilapidated shack was probably aware that those camera crews were there for some reason...ya think?
I am knocking it, yes. But I will still watch...at least the shows I like. Not because I wish for that reality being played across the boob tube...I'm intelligent enough to know better. I understand that tv land just doesn't have any new, fresh ideas. Nothing to catch the eye of all the mindless minions sitting zombified in front of the telly. Maybe there will never be another "Facts of Life" or "90210"...and for that, I cry a little every day. However, I have the kids from Jersey Shore to teach me about the tanning spray and juiceheads. I can look to my housewives to learn about the most expensive places to buy shoes and how important it is to hang in the right social circles.
And reality tv is also good for making my life seem totally normal and sane...and for that, I am thankful
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