Someday in the (hopefully) near future, all the assholes who pitch reality shows will find themselves on a Great Depression-like bread line, bitching to each other about how they got screwed for coming up with ideas that were once fancied, while secretly coming up with a new pitch about all their asshole, unemployed brethren for a new show.
I find it hard to be snarky when there are little fatted kitten tics lying about making me want to love them, and hug them, and squeeze them sooo tight, or possibly run screaming from the mammal/turtle shell hybrid-o-fur thing in that picture that could raise its head and be a feral vampire wombat. (I'd like to poke it lightly with a stick just to be sure.)
I would so love to see a reality TV show where people compete with a cat to see how long they can lie face down in a pillow before they suffocate. They can start with the chick who plays serena van der woodsen. Episode 2 could be Bill O'Reilley.
Just adding my own sidenote: obviously the British need their own category, because they've basically got this whole reality thing sealed up over there, and they freaking own it (so sayeth Snooki). Besides giving us the proto-AI with Pop Idol (and improving the format with the X-Factor), they've birthed the "...Got Talent" franchise, and also given us those ridiculous BBC3 documentaries that sometimes get shown here in America (Me and My Big Breasts, Super Botox Me, What's Eating Victoria Beckham?). Katie Price's (nee Jordan's) line of television shows, in their own right, are a gift to the human race, especially when coupled with her appearances on Graham Norton, which rank as both the most cringe-worthy and hilarious examples of a reality personality literally piercing the lexicon and worming their way into it headfirst. And unlike our meandering results of competition shows, their winners actually achieve greatness: Girls Aloud (and subsequently Cheryl Cole), Leona Lewis, Will Young all have done surprisingly well. While their formats might be dying (Big Brother just got canned), I don't think they have the diminishing returns of American reality, as evidenced by the strength of the X-Factor alongside the general weakness of American Idol. So, long live the Queen and all that horseshit.
@ampersandparade: I should also add the British have a tendency to be somewhat self-aware with their reality programming, and not so goddamn serious about it as we are in America. For those that need evidence, please Google or YouTube Dead Set for all your zombie Big Brother horror/hilarity.
I have never, ever watched Suvivor or American Idol.
This makes me somewhat notorious among my friends and coworkers.
I haven't been
consciously avoiding the shows, I just cannot remember when these things are on.
@TheUptightMidwesterner: I watched a single episode of Idol under duress (trapped in a laundromat), and it was like the semifinals or something (it was the season Fantasia won).
Everyone -- and I mean everyone including Fantasia -- started their song off-key. Appalling.
Gotta add my two cents in here, bubbe. Where do we put in star-maker shows starring useless second-string talent like P.Diddy's Making a Band out of a Band, under a Band, using a Band to smack a Band, and then taking Rev Run and Joey Fatone and making a salad of dance-a-sing-a-rap-beatings that do their thing in a singing bee (the hell did this even mean?!), walked to Brooklyn for cheesecake (Loved that!), or made family-style rap in a Bill Cosby/Father Knows Adidas Best kind of way, and then mixing that genre with legitimate crazy reality (Cheaters) and wonderfully done documentaries (Meerkat Manor RIP Flower, forever.)?
There's just so much reality. Remember when getting real meant jumping into a pool/hot tub/Trichelle naked?
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That's a reality show I might actually watch.
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...I'd love to see a reality show about the staff of Cat Fancy. Think about it.
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#complicatedthings
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The highly underrated Bands on the Run was overlooked. You people have no soul.
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This makes me somewhat notorious among my friends and coworkers.
I haven't been
consciously avoiding the shows, I just cannot remember when these things are on.
12/16/09
Everyone -- and I mean everyone including Fantasia -- started their song off-key. Appalling.
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There's just so much reality. Remember when getting real meant jumping into a pool/hot tub/Trichelle naked?
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Don't you people have sex? Where do you get all this time to watch TV?
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