I love reality TV...
I mean, where else can you find a bunch of washed-up, overly dramatic people from around the country to participate in "grueling competitions of skill and wit" while bitch fests start within cliques over who used a hairdryer? Whoever came up with the concept, I applaude you. By now, he who sold his idea to the corporations must be making tons of money off of royalties. I mean, he WAS smart enough to do that, right? If not, he must be crying his brains out, that is, if he didn't blow them away with a .9 caliber pistol by now, seeing how much money he could be making off of the stupid participants and the stupid audience watching it.
Now, I'm not talking about the casual viewer like myself who finds Reality TV as more of a time killer until CSI comes on. Instead, I'm talking about the people who cry when Beth was booted off the island as well as that time when Bill got kicked in the balls and couldn't sing the high parts. Those kinds of people ought to be shot for ever feeling any sort of emotion outside of pure laughter at the absolute stupidity of these shows. Maybe their family would bury them next to Mr. I Came Up With The Idea. Better yet, they better not; he didn't get royalties. (Idiot!)
There is one show that I feel deserves praise -- Fear Factor. Have you seen what they do on that show!? Last time I saw it, some chick climbed down a ladder into a pool filled with squid guts and had to swim around trying to search for something; I didn't see the one with people eating bull testicles and roaches. It sounds delicious, though! As I was saying before, instead of crying over these people's lack of intelligence, what you SHOULD be feeling is utter disgust and embarassment that these people call themselves human. Aliens in outer space looking for their Roswell friends are up there thinking "wtf is wrong with these people!?" psh I wouldn't be surprised if they attacked the world.
If my message wasn't clear before, I hope it is now. Kids, don't watch these shows. You will only be subjecting yourself to an education no greater than those in third world countries, and you'll eventually wind up being arrested and sent to a jail cell with a guy named Bubba, telling you "Yo' my little puppy, now!" I'm telling you, it's gonna happen. And if it does, don't pick up soap; if it falls, you can deal without it. What I'm getting at is for you to put down the remote, go outside and get some fresh air, and if you feel as though you NEED some reality TV, just go harass your neighbors dog for a while. Isn't enough intensity for you? Wait until the neighbor comes out with a shotgun in nothing but his underwear and a bath robe. I promise you. It doesn't get much more real than that.
Now, I'm not talking about the casual viewer like myself who finds Reality TV as more of a time killer until CSI comes on. Instead, I'm talking about the people who cry when Beth was booted off the island as well as that time when Bill got kicked in the balls and couldn't sing the high parts. Those kinds of people ought to be shot for ever feeling any sort of emotion outside of pure laughter at the absolute stupidity of these shows. Maybe their family would bury them next to Mr. I Came Up With The Idea. Better yet, they better not; he didn't get royalties. (Idiot!)
There is one show that I feel deserves praise -- Fear Factor. Have you seen what they do on that show!? Last time I saw it, some chick climbed down a ladder into a pool filled with squid guts and had to swim around trying to search for something; I didn't see the one with people eating bull testicles and roaches. It sounds delicious, though! As I was saying before, instead of crying over these people's lack of intelligence, what you SHOULD be feeling is utter disgust and embarassment that these people call themselves human. Aliens in outer space looking for their Roswell friends are up there thinking "wtf is wrong with these people!?" psh I wouldn't be surprised if they attacked the world.
If my message wasn't clear before, I hope it is now. Kids, don't watch these shows. You will only be subjecting yourself to an education no greater than those in third world countries, and you'll eventually wind up being arrested and sent to a jail cell with a guy named Bubba, telling you "Yo' my little puppy, now!" I'm telling you, it's gonna happen. And if it does, don't pick up soap; if it falls, you can deal without it. What I'm getting at is for you to put down the remote, go outside and get some fresh air, and if you feel as though you NEED some reality TV, just go harass your neighbors dog for a while. Isn't enough intensity for you? Wait until the neighbor comes out with a shotgun in nothing but his underwear and a bath robe. I promise you. It doesn't get much more real than that.