Reality TV

I decided something, reality tv takes guts. Not going to lie on this one, it must take some major guts to get on national tv and actually prove that you truly do match the lines of your demographics. I mean, I'd be ashamed to show off my tattoos that I got on a drunken trip down to TJ, but hey, these people get up and show them everyday for an hour of nationally broadcasted television. Good for them, show off dem tats girl, you just show off how dumb college kids can be on spring break. PS I can say "dumb college kids" because I am going to college.

So, the way I see it, people go a lifetime looking for love; people go online, they do speed dating, I mean come now, wrestling in mud for the attention of an 80's pop star, what's the difference? Some people check out a potential suitor's profile and some just go through a casting director's tapes. No biggie. So one is a little more classier then the other by about the size of a football stadium. Anything for the enjoyment of the American public.

That's another thing, "the enjoyment of the American public." We, yes, I say we enjoy this stuff, because don't even try lying to yourself, you know you loved the battle of the Adams during Idol. We complain it's on television, but really, it's us that's keeping it on air. Hey, I'm guilty of watching America's Best Dance Crew or So You Think You Can Dance. I will even admit to watching those very sophisticated VH1 shows. I'm disgusted with myself, but don't knock it. Can't we all just live in reality tv bliss with another....?