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Showing posts with label reality TV. Show all posts
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Monday, May 19, 2008

Even I have standards




I like some reality TV.  Specifically, Project Runway and Dancing With the Stars have captured my heart. I was a huge fan of The Mole - a game wherein the contestants have to figure out who among them is sabotaging their capture of the grand prize - and am looking forward to its revival.  (I also like Real Housewives of New York City, but would probably deny that when not under the cover of anonymity.)

I like smart reality TV.  Or at least, reality TV that does no harm.  Ok - reality TV that doesn't do significant harm.

Then, there's The Bachelor.  aie yie yie

I have never watched The Bachelor on the pure principle that it's demeaning. Self-respecting women line up for a chance to woo someone.  Aren't we past that place in our history?

Last week, I caught the end of The Bachelor. I was channel surfing and got to witness the grand proposal.  The Bachelor was oh-so-romantic. He used her full name....."Monkey."  Oh yes he did!  He said (this is nearly an exact quote), "Monkey, will you marry me?"  sniff - who could say no to such a romantic proposal?  (I have to wonder if he actually knew her name, what with all his dalliances...)

I've been thinking about why this show bugs the tar out of me. I'm not exclusive with high-minded television; certainly Project Runway isn't making the world a better place.  And I'm a pretty silly girl.  I love to laugh about most anything and I don't take myself too seriously.  One might think the ridiculousness that is The Bachelor would be right up my alley.

But I do take the place of women in the world pretty seriously.  So many women have spoken up and spoken out against being treated like a piece of meat. And here we have a gaggle of girls all competing for arranged dates with a man that producers tells them is "a keeper."  Ladies living in a house competing for one man's attention...grown women sniping at each other over a guy's affections...

Puh-lease.

I just finished reading this book.


I take autobiographies/memoirs with a grain of salt. But if half of what this woman wrote is true, her life was rather horrific.  She spent much of her life trying to escape a polygamous cult. 

She risked her life to leave a culture  where her marriage was arranged by someone who told her this man was "a keeper"...to escape ladies living in a house competing for one man's attention...to escape grown women sniping at each other over a guy's affections...

I'd love to have a woman who has escaped a polygamous cult marriage talk to these bachelorettes.  Just for an hour. 

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Addictions are bad



One shouldn't be addicted to anything.  Even an addiction to something conceivably good can lead one down a bad, slippery slope to yuck-ville.  Take, say - an addiction to working out. It can lead one to be completely preoccupied about her figure, her weight, and it will make her no fun at parties.  

I try to keep some balance in my life and avoid addictions. But sadly, of late, I've failed.  I've seen that Tree of Addictions and I'm standing on the Trunk of Shame. I need to let go, but I'm weak.  I'm weak to Reality TV.

First, it was Project Runway.

Then, Dancing with the Stars.

And now....weep....



Real Housewives of New York City

Oh yes I do too like it.  And beyond just liking it, I'm totally drawn in like a moth to the flame.

I want to know about Fashion Week and Trunk Shows and the Hamptons. I want to see Ferarris and people flying private planes between Martha's Vineyard and the Hamptons at 5k a pop. I want to know how the other half lives. I'm weak to it!  It's the brownstones and being wait listed at pre-Ks and having a car service that just sucks me in and keeps me coming back for more. Thank goodness for insomnia last night so I could get caught up.  

Apparently, you do not need to be an actual housewife to participate in this show.  One is a countess (which I barely think counts), 2 others have full-time jobs, and one is not married.  There is a "true" housewife who has a French au pair for her boys, Johann and Francois. Rough life.
 
Is there a 12-step-program for my addiction?  

(Mom - you'd be in love with this show. I think you would too, Momi.  Watch it with me and I'll be your enabler!!)