My beautiful and intelligent girlfriend is in love with reality shows, and she isn’t alone by a long shot. Throw in a few washed up or irrelevant celebrities into an “unscripted” show and you now have the makings of a hit primetime series.
I just don’t get it. And I don’t think I ever will.
I can only shake my head in disgust when my wonderful and caring girlfriend turns on “Keeping Up With the Kardashians” or “Giuliana & Bill.”
What is the public’s infatuation with celebrities? Why the general interest in how Giuliana and Bill spend time together? Who really cares about Kendra?
Most people would never open up to a stranger sitting across from them on a bus, but we’re all so happy to spy on the lives of celebrities. I’m thinking it has something to do with the general distaste of the average person’s everyday life.
The majority of Americans live by the clock. For example: take Joey to school at 9 a.m.; get to work at 9:30 a.m.; have lunch at 12:30 p.m.; pick up Joey from school at 3 p.m.; take Alice to soccer practice at 5 p.m.; drop Nathan off at piano lessons at 6:30 p.m.; pick up Alice and Nathan at 7 p.m.; make dinner at 7:30 p.m.; watch “Rock of Love” at 9 p.m.; fall asleep at 10 p.m.
It’s safe to say our society tends to fall into a repetitive schedule and most days pan out a similar way. But thanks to the fresh and intuitive minds at networks such as E!, VH1 and MTV, we can watch other people live a completely different life. Imagine how exciting it would be to escape your average 9-to-5 life and spend 30 minutes watching Kendra do laundry and bake a cake, all while being pregnant.
Sounds exhausting.
It seems our lives have become so hectic and repetitive that we feel the need to escape into a fresh and separate personal struggle that Kim Kardashian consistently finds herself in. “Should I wear my $2,700 pair of Gucci flip-flops today or my $700 pair of New Balances?”
Give up on living through another meaningless individual that’s seen on television every evening and bring some variety into your personal struggle.
And with that ramble, my girlfriend has just left the house and I get ESPN all to myself.