Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Really, reality tv?

I have an addictive personality. Whenever I experience something that brings me joy, I return to it over and over to re-create that same feeling of euphoria. Sugary and salty foods, television, alcohol, travel, dancing...you name it. But over consumption of anything is unhealthy or as often preached, everything in moderation.

Reality cast from All My Babies' Mamas


When I found myself knowing more intimate details about the Kardashians than people I actually know and love, I knew it was time to pull the plug. And now after reading a recent post at the Black Snob, I can honestly say I am SO glad I cancelled my cable. Reality television has really gone there - All My Babies' Mamas - Oxygen's reality series about rapper Shawty Lo’s 11 children by 10 different women. Really? Wow.

My first introduction to reality TV was The Real World back in 1992. I was in awe. Seven young adult strangers living in NYC going after their dreams - a singer, guitarist, rapper, writer, dancer, painter and model. How awesome. But when the show went from aspiring artists to binge drinking, one night stands and staged drama in later seasons, I just couldn't get into it anymore.

The shows continue to become more and more ridiculous, from The Real Housewives, Jersey Shore, Honey Boo Boo, to Amish Mafia. Even those focusing on chasing passions - like Top Chef, Project Runway, and American Idol - take it to extremes to get your ratings. There's room for every form of creative expression - whether you like it or not. Just keep in mind that it's rarely reality, just entertainment (and money making).

So despite the drama, I'll allow my half hour daily dose of Dish Nation - my guilty pleasure of entertainment news delivered with laughs, but only in moderation.

get out and create your own reality,
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