Let me begin by saying I hate the very idea of reality TV. I hate the Hollywood writers who went on strike back in the 1990s and opened the door for this glut of what Aaron Sorkin appropriately referred to as "illiterate programming." And most of all I hate the mindless drones who support this crap by watching religiously.
I do not find it entertaining in the least to watch some woman who has spawned a litter of children just to be famous (Jon & Kate plus 8), although Kate Gosselin's public downfall has provided some amusing moments if only because she is getting exactly what she deserves. Pointing a camera at the idle rich to show how stupid they are is not entertainment (Keeping up with the Kardashians). Game shows where has-beens or never-were's are given a chance to flex what I am sure is someone else's razor-sharp wit to flay wanna-be's on national tv is not entertainment (American Idol, Dancing with the stars).
I am not interested in these people. I couldn't possibly care less whether they live or die. They don't shop at my store, they don't live in my neighborhood, they don't have kids in school with mine. What could possibly interest me about their lives?
Have we become so complacent and brain-dead that all someone has to do is point a camera and we will watch? If that is the case, I have a doozy of an idea!!
I want to do a game show called "Cleaning up the Gene Pool." three contestants have to answer a series of questions. The most moronic answer is rewarded with a free vasectomy/hysterectomy. Sterilization for the stupid!
This is the toned down-version of my idea.
What I really wanted to do was go around the country bashing people's heads in with a baseball bat. I figure the blood and gore factor would put me in the running with all the stinking cop shows too.
Am I snob? I guess so.
Friday, April 16, 2010
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