I can't stand reality TV.
I'm probably not alone. And this is likely not new knowledge if we've been friends for any length of time.
I'll let you in on a secret...you may or may not know this...but Reality TV is more scripted and crafted than Pro Wrestling...and most 'serious' dramas on TV.
"But Todd...there's no scripts."
In some cases that's true. But here's how reality TV works....cameras run for HOURS. The editors and producers then go through all of that footage and put it together to tell the story that they want to tell. So, while it may be unscripted, but in no way is it cinema verite.
It's the next generation of fishing shows.
In a half hour fishing show, the host will catch fish after fish after fish.
Most of the time that is the careful editing of sitting 8-10 hours in the boat not catching shit.
"Reality TV" is the same way.
It's bullshit and it's dumbing down society.
People don't watch reality TV to feel better about the world. In most cases we watch because we want to feel better about ourselves.
"My life is fucked, but at least I'm not a hoarder..."
"Look at that poor dumb redneck fuck..."
Yeah. That poor dumb redneck fuck duck call maker was a millionaire before his family had a TV show. Now in addition to his duck call business he has a cut of merchandising rights. Pretty smart if you ask me.
And think about this. The time you spend watching reality TV, not only will you never get that hour back. But for that hour those poor slobs you think you are better than when you watch held you captive.
It's fucked up.
Turn off the TV. Read a book. Go outside. Do something to be a blessing in someone's life.
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