Reality television is a love we just can’t deny. Even those who label themselves Kardashian-haters can’t resist getting a good laugh at someone else’s expense from time to time. After all, they signed up for it and are making millions just for having their lives nationally broadcasted.
Historically, there have been two types of reality television: the “Real Housewives” type, where “interesting” people are followed 24/7 having their lives recorded, and “The Bachelor” type, where there is a game being played between strangers. Lately, more of each surfaces on major networks each spring, summer and fall.
Let’s flash back to the days when “Survivor” and “The Real World” were fresh ideas. The majority of America tuned in to watch what was then shocking television.
Today, you have your pick of what you want to be outraged by. Is it “Sister Wives” or “Long Island Medium” that gets you all worked up? Or maybe, nothing surprises us at all anymore — except for “My Strange Addiction” because those people are out of their minds.
You’re addicted to chalk? Really?
As part of the reality television generation, I consider myself both privileged and shamed. Hey, I’ve done my duty in helping a few hoarders reach their carpets, but national television probably wasn’t the ideal method.
Not only have we encouraged the enormous increase in such shows, but we’ve also fused ourselves onto the screen. I take pride in sharing a state with the “Duck Dynasty” fellas. As for the “Swamp People” cast, not so much.
As a teenager, “Sixteen and Pregnant” was a nightmare come true that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. Now, when MTV has its all day mom-athons, it’s a sad sight. Luckily I find the humor in it pretty easily.
Known for its ultra-dramatic reality shows, TLC (that stands for The Learning Channel, right? I’m thinking producers have forgotten that) has gradually shifted from an informative channel with shows like “Medical Detectives” and “Trauma: Life in the ER” to “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo,” “America’s Worst Tattoos,” and my personal favorite, “My Teen Is Pregnant and So Am I,” which explains its appeal right in the title like it’s a Lifetime original — always appreciated.
I may be a fan, but it’s not something I’m proud of. Talent is no longer required to be a celebrity. All you have to do is be a little outrageous. Instead of watching gifted actors and actresses, we now prefer to watch frantic stage moms go for the ultimate grand supreme.
People may complain about reality stars, but the truth is we love it. No matter how wrong you think your life is going, don’t worry, Clinton Kelly showed up at someone else’s office today to let them know how horribly they dress. You aren’t the one who flew cross-country to find out your online love was nothing like you expected. Go you!
While reality television can’t always be supported morally or ethically, it gets its job done. It entertains, and on so many levels.