I’m not a big fan of reality TV on the whole. I’ve never seen an episode of Idol. I hate Survivor and Big Brother and all of those other shows. I’ll admit, I used to be quite snobbish about it. In all of my smugness. I’d rant to anyone who would listen. “Reality TV is rotting our BRAIN!” And while I still think it’s true. I need to get off my high horse. Because I actually do like reality TV, I’ve come to realize.
I’m addicted to TLC. I love medical shows, and all of those crazy shows like Hoarders and Addiction. I have an unhealthy love of the Duggars. Being Atheist, I find this kind of ironic. I don’t ever wish to believe in God, but you see, I do kind of envy the closeness they have, and while I still think their values are a little, um, primitive, I admire their core beliefs. I loved Jon and Kate, but only because I loved watching the trainwreck quality of the show and watching them go down in flames was just like finding out you got your coveted Barbie Dream House on Christmas morning. I parked my ass on the sofa with popcorn and beer, and watched the sextuplets birthday episode over and over. Give me someone with a raging meth addiction over Idol any day.
Hoarders and Addiction keep me in check. I go on pitching fits regularly. I love to save things for sentimental reasons, but there are some things that I’m just saving and moving around the house until it finds its final resting place in the garbage, all while the voices in my head scream “HOARDERS HOARDERS HOARDERS!”
So I guess I need to shut my trap and just deal with the fact that reality TV is taking over our lives and taking place of other mindless shows like sitcoms. I can’t say I didn’t go down without a fight, but I can’t hide it anymore. I mean, most of you have seen my boobs. Why hide the fact that I love The Little People? (and really, who doesn’t love The Little People? I want to put them in my pocket)