REALITY TV

Reality TV

In the future everyone will be world-famous for fifteen minutes”

Andy Warhol

            I admit to indulging in Reality TV but I think it has gotten out of control. We have the Next Chef, Model, Idol, Apprentice, and Super Hero. You can watch someone having plastic surgery on Extreme Makeover or watch someone eating cockroaches. Lets not forget about the great role models for our kids that these shows provide. Take Jersey Shore for instance. Here we have 20 something year olds portraying Italian- American stereotypes displaying immoral behavior. The plot basically goes like this: Ronnie and Sammi are in love, oh no they broke up, Ronnie needs a cigarette, Snookie gets drunk and is looking for love in all the wrong places, the Situation is showing his abs again, JWOWW cheats on boyfriend, “happy-ending” Ronnie and Sammi are back in love. This show is all about lust, gluttony, envy, wrath, greed, and laziness. Sound familiar? These are not qualities I want my daughter to aspire to.

            They're doing a new show: Celebrity Corpse, where you dig up someone after five years and try to guess who they were.

-- Paul Merton

             This is a joke but I truly believe that if it were real, it would get high ratings.

             What keeps us glued to the TV while watching Housewives live lavishly while backstabbing a friend. and do we really want to keep up with the Kardashians? Some of these shows are like watching an accident. We don’t want to look, but we just can’t help ourselves. We have become a voyeuristic society; it is now legal to be a Peeping Tom. It’s broadcasted for the world to see. Those of us who are not watching are seeking automatic fame, willing to unload our emotional baggage, display bad public behavior, and virtually sell our soles for fifteen minutes of fame and fortune.

            If I had a reality show, I would call it Coma because that’s what I would put people in if they had to watch me twenty-four seven. I wake up looking lovely as always with those attractive bags under my eyes. I stumble to the kitchen to get some coffee and start my day. The big mystery at the moment is, “what shall I put in my daughters lunch box for school?” I analyze the fruit and vegetable drawers to get ideas. The fuzzy shriveled thing in the corner perplexes me. Should I throw it out? It’s too early to make decisions, so I put it back and continue on my quest for the perfect lunchbox meal. I could go on but then I would just be another moron who doesn’t blink twice at baring my sole and cleaning the house naked. 


What would your reality TV show be called?