One of my friends, Back To Basics (B2B) and I were talking on the phone this evening. "Oh, I can't forget to catch that new INXS rock star show tonight," she exclaimed. We had discussed America's obsession with reality TV shows before, and she had suggested that I blog about it.
I have to admit that I originally distainfully announced that this INXS show was just about as low as TV could get. And then I turned around and watched the second episode (I missed the first one). "I'll just watch a little," I promised myself, "just so I know what I'm talking about." And I ended up enthralled. It's bad enough that I like Hell's Kitchen, now I'm watching this show. What's next? Survivor? The Real Gilligan's Island? I have never sunk that low. Yet...
It can't be healthy. I find myself talking to the TV. "You have got to be kidding," I'll say. "He isn't wearing a shirt? How lame is that? Who is he fooling?" or "Ow, her voice is awful. How did she ever qualify? C'mon you idiots, tell her to forget it..." So far I have been able to restrain from calling in my vote. I refuse to buy into it that much. But I'm tempted, sorely tempted.