reality tv

Friday, January 23, 2009

reality tv

Ok, ok, ok, enough is enough! I must, must protest to yet another whacked out reality show. This time Whitney from the Hills—don’t ask my why I even know—is branching off into her own reality TV show. This one is going to be called “the City.” According to the little summary I read, Whitney is moving to the city to start a new life here and start working for Ms. Diane Von F. Ok…seriously?! Do we need yet another reality show? Haven’t you beaten that concept to a pulp yet? We’ve had about four crazy ass shows on finding love on VH1; some idiotic Bromance, the Hills, and now the City on MTV (not to mention that even True Life is a bit stick-my-hand-down-my-throw-vomit worthy); Bachelors/Bachelorettes, makeover shows, and British nanny shows on ABC; hairstyling, salon-revamping, fashion clothes making, and cooking shows on Bravo. Honestly, do we need all this wasted air space? Obviously people are watching and that’s why you keep creating new, whacked out shows with idiotic concepts. How many “Life with the Kardashians” can I take?! Who the heck are they besides some fat ass girl who effed Ray J- who is like a massive nobody. Where are those brand new ideas people?! What are they paying you for? Ok…enough spewing and ranting about stupid TV shows, which have definitely deterred me away from one of the most awesome mediums of my time.

So how do I know about the stupid Hills spin-off? Well by one of the other popular mediums of my time, Facebook. I saw it on the side sponsor bar. Although FB can be time consuming, I do feel it provides the right amount of contact with people. Friends have always told me how they’ve connected from people from their elementary school and I never experienced this phenomenon until recently when I contacted someone from my junior high school and elementary school. It’s crazy how these social networking sites work but they work—maybe not as good as the real face-to-face contact of friendship but it helps when a lot of your friends are abroad.