A Reality Check
Several days ago I heard a radio advertisement for a reality television show about reality TV stars trying to quit their reality TV careers. My first thought was: Who gives a fuck? How tragically devoid of life must one’s life be in order to dedicate a portion of it to watching shameless attention-whores complain about their jobs as fake stars on a real show that passes off contrived events as reality? With the world chock-full of fascinating things just waiting to be discovered, how could anyone willingly dedicate a nanosecond of their time to listening to artificial assholes whine about no longer wanting to be in the limelight? How could someone find that sort of first-world inanity interesting, informative, entertaining, worthwhile, or unique? What demographic does such a show appeal to? Do average, 9-5 members of society watch it and think “Wow, I sure wish someone would stick a camera in my face, make me a star, and then hand me paycheck for expressing my desire to quit my job”? Or are they supposed to feel lucky that they’re grounded in the real reality outside of reality television’s ridiculous and unrealistic reality? Are viewers supposed to be thankful? Resentful? Envious? Irate? Amused? Are we all fucked in the head?