Reality TV

I have a little guilty pleasure I like to watch sometimes, Big Brother. About a bunch of people confined to a house, they play games, vote people out until there is one person left. That person wins the money. Reality shows have become more and more popular; they also have become more and more strange. You have different kinds of reality shows. In one group you have ones that are set up like a competition like Big Brother, The Bachelor, Amazing Race and of course American Idol. Then there are the shows that just follow people around. Some of these are old celebrities trying to revive their careers, and then some are people that think they should be famous like Jersey Shores and Real Housewives. Basically someone wanted to create some shows based off their favorite set of novels, the National Enquire. Recently one of the contestants on Big Brother used a term I never heard before, “showmance”. A romance that is on a TV show, there is nothing romantic about a “showmance”. Some of these people are going on these reality TV shows to meet people. It appears to me they just don’t want to meet someone, they want to be on some soft porn show. HEY REALITY PEOPLE, I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU MAKE OUT. Do you realize there may be a generation of people out there telling a story to their children on how they met their father and it involves going on a TV show. Now the parents will not be telling this story together, because you know these relationships don’t last after the camera is turned off, heck some don’t even last between commercials. I think we get involved in these shows because it satisfies our need to hear gossip and being peeping toms. I got sucked into one the other night, two girls arguing because one of them heard another girl kissing a guy in a different room. I didn’t understand why they were arguing, but I was enjoying watching the cat fight evolve in front of me.

This summer has been extremely hot. My wife decided she was going to spend the evening in the pool. I had just settle down and watching TV. When it dawned on me that I was sitting in the house alone and my wife was out side alone. So I turned off the TV and went outside to join my wife. We lost track of time talking and laughing. We went back inside and went through some bills, discussed how we were going to find time to do some of the projects that needed to get done around the house. In the background you could hear the cat hacking up a hair ball. Now that’s reality. Turn off the TV and get real.