Dear Dysfunctional,
One of the current blights of mankind in the present day is a religious ritual which its promulgators term "Reality Television". Its critics have given it the scornful title of "oh, come on. This is so obviously scripted. I mean, there is no way this crap happens in real life. I mean, the wife has obviously had plastic surgery even though they live in the middle of freaking nowhere." This is not the complete title; it continues for a couple minutes in more complex jargon that most people consider unfit for general consumption. Now, it's not entirely justified. Why, you ask? well, my fine feathered friend, (or perhaps you don't have feathers; though some of my detractors have claimed that my writing is for the birds) it is unfortunately true that this is actually unscripted. I'm sorry, but these things, though perhaps a little *ahem* dramatized, are in fact bearing some semblance to real life. Now, if these scenarios were totally disconnected from reality and written by writers out there to shock and create emotional ties and rifts, then it would just be like the rest of TV drama, as stupid as that also is. However, these shows are about people who are actually performing this way in front of tens of thousands of viewers on a regular basis. So essentially, this bears some semblance to how they live their real lives. I happen to find that scarier than a show about midwives. Well, given that these reality TV stars do exist, perhaps the best solution is to stick all of them on the next season of Survivor and leave them there to form their own dysfunctional colony. Either that, or we could ignore them entirely and stop endorsing their pathetic behavior by throwing them out on TV.
Bye for now,
Gilmore Smalles
PS song of the day is... Australia, by The Shins. And idea credit to my editor/... editor, Iris Vipperman or Iris Hanlin or whatever alias she is going under right now.
One of the current blights of mankind in the present day is a religious ritual which its promulgators term "Reality Television". Its critics have given it the scornful title of "oh, come on. This is so obviously scripted. I mean, there is no way this crap happens in real life. I mean, the wife has obviously had plastic surgery even though they live in the middle of freaking nowhere." This is not the complete title; it continues for a couple minutes in more complex jargon that most people consider unfit for general consumption. Now, it's not entirely justified. Why, you ask? well, my fine feathered friend, (or perhaps you don't have feathers; though some of my detractors have claimed that my writing is for the birds) it is unfortunately true that this is actually unscripted. I'm sorry, but these things, though perhaps a little *ahem* dramatized, are in fact bearing some semblance to real life. Now, if these scenarios were totally disconnected from reality and written by writers out there to shock and create emotional ties and rifts, then it would just be like the rest of TV drama, as stupid as that also is. However, these shows are about people who are actually performing this way in front of tens of thousands of viewers on a regular basis. So essentially, this bears some semblance to how they live their real lives. I happen to find that scarier than a show about midwives. Well, given that these reality TV stars do exist, perhaps the best solution is to stick all of them on the next season of Survivor and leave them there to form their own dysfunctional colony. Either that, or we could ignore them entirely and stop endorsing their pathetic behavior by throwing them out on TV.
Bye for now,
Gilmore Smalles
PS song of the day is... Australia, by The Shins. And idea credit to my editor/... editor, Iris Vipperman or Iris Hanlin or whatever alias she is going under right now.
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