Lost in a world of reality.....
Let's get one thing clear--I love reality TV shows. My Tivo is littered with them. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed like I cannot keep up with all of them because they are EVERYWHERE.
I am addicted to Survivor, Big Brother, The Biggest Loser, Project Runway, Trading Spaces, (even though we need Paige Davis back) Wife Swap, The Apprentice (Donald Version), etc etc etc. And PLEASE do not even get me started on Starting Over. I love Starting Over. However--I do not love Fear Factor. I must add that I REALLY wish they would bring back Extreme Makeover (face and boob edition, NOT home edition)
I think part of it might be that I am an only child and I never played sports, so I never learned competition. Most of my cousins lived in other states or other countries..so I was even cheated out of cousin rivalry. Reality TV is most often a competition. These people are fighting for money. People do some crazy things for money, or quasi fame, or just attention even. On Starting Over they do not compete, they just try to fix themselves. Before you poo poo Starting Over, let me just ask you--where else can you find whores, auctioneers, and lawyers all with phobias and ADD and a litany of other things that makes for some damn fine television?
I sometimes fear that all this reality TV is not healthy, and it is the dumbing of America. I do not just watch reality TV. I watch educational, international shows too (shout out Rick Steves and Anthony Bourdain).
Last night I fear I hit a new low. I was watching Dancing With the Stars on Tivo and after Drew Lachey danced and they showed his brother Nick beaming with such true pride--I. Actually. Teared. Up. WHAT? Drew was so nervous and he did so well (the judges loved him) and Nick ,(bless his heart with the marriage falling apart and all)stood up and clapped with abandon. Nick was so proud of his brother.
I was overcome by a combination of so many things I long for in life...Competition, sibling love and pride, dancing ( I begged my husband to take dance lessons with me and he won't), the lithe lean bodies of the pro dancers, and sparkly dresses! I was awash with emotion over so many things.
I think I need a formal intervention. But for now I am going to watch Oprah.