Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Reality TV? It's Not For Me.

     I'm going to make a confession here, I hate reality TV. I know a lot of people love it and they fill their nights anxiously wondering who is going to win the great race, or be the lone survivor, or which, past their prime, celeb will dance to the title, but I couldn't care less about any of it.
     I don't want to watch rednecks fighting on oil rigs, or scary people repossessing cars or people screaming at their family and friends, a la Mob Wives, or Real Housewives of anywhere.
     It makes me feel embarrassed to see people making total fools out of themselves on national TV and I can't handle it. That's why I don't watch any of the awards shows either. The Oscars? Who cares, most of the movies nominated for awards are either really weird, or really bad and I haven't seen them anyhow.
     I can't remember the last movie I saw in the theater, we usually wait to watch them on DVD and then say, "Wow! I'm glad I didn't pay thirty bucks to see that."
     The closest I get to reality TV is Hoarders and Hoarding, Buried Alive. Those shows make me feel good about my housekeeping skills, because no matter how cluttered and messy our house gets, we aren't walking on two feet of garbage, except maybe in the boys room on occasion. And then I freak out and shovel it all out and I feel at peace again.
     No offense intended if you live and die by The Biggest Loser or Teen Moms, I just prefer to live my own reality.

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