I have had friends on reality shows. Oh, I knew a guy that was on that gay bachelor show, the one no one watched and I forgot the name of. More people than I’ll admit to knowing have been on Blind Date. For the last couple of years it has seemed like you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a recruiter for a reality show.
The best one I have seen so far is a reality show for out of work television writers. I’M NOT KIDDING. Writers, to star in the genre that retarded the career they could have had. Brilliant.
That was my sign that the reality show craze was imploding in on itself (is there any other kind of imploding?).
Martha and Paris TV flops signal end of reality shows
Television industry insiders in America are quietly acknowledging this weekend that a trend long predicted but never quite proven may at last be coming true: the appetite of the viewing public for reality television shows has finally been sated.
I’m sated? You sated?
Bring on the fiction!
Or the real fiction…
There are some fictions I’m over. The Bush Administration’s Reality Series: From faked town meetings, to scripted conversations with troops, to government sponsored columnists, to planted journalists in the press core. All way more egregious than Laura Bush being on Extreme Make-Over Home Edition. At least that is HONESTLY faked.
I’m also over the teasers to keep us tuned in. I’m tired of the Bird Flu, Monkey Pox, SARS, Anthrax, Mad Cow, Small Pox, Terror Alerts, Cholera, erectile dysfunction and West Nile Virus. I’m not down with the sickness. What ever happened to the hole in the ozone and killer bees? Any follow-ups on that? All of this press and you are STILL more likely to be murdered by your spouse – unless you are gay, then it’s your non-sanctified ‘life-partner’ that is more likely to kill you. Because marriage is protected.
This is why acid isn’t as popular as it used to be. You don’t have to have a bad trip to wonder what reality you’re living in or when you will come back. Just watch television for a day. It’s mind blowing.
