reality television

I have to admit something. Well, something else, because I've admitted quite a bit on this blog as it is.

I am a hurricane junkie.

The “militant black guy” from the first season of the godfather of modern reality television, The Real World, is running for Congress:

One of my New Year’s Resolutions was to get books from the public library, rather than buy them, which has been my custom for years. My husband and I love books, but I realize that books generate paper and waste. I’m trying to become a minimalist.

I’m speechless and sort of weirded out about this which is happening to the county next to mine.

Here’s some background, a show I’ve never heard of until yesterday called “Gone Country” which is going to be filming in Paris Saturday.

I tell you with a heavy heart this morning that Gary Coleman’s marriage didn’t survive and he’s getting a divorce on, you guessed it, “Divorce Court.”

So. I have a confession.

Remember me, the poster child against reality television?

Well, last summer, I developed a terribly bad habit.

I have to admit it, I have grown to like American Idol. It's pretty hypocritical of me because I have vowed for years not to watch reality television. I think it's killing the creative aspect of the medium. It's voyeuristic and embarrassing to admit, but I do like this show. I started watching last season during the auditions. It's kind of like a car wreck. You don't want to watch but you can't help yourself. Then, once you get familiar with the contestants it's interesting to see how

I know I lose cool points. I don’t think I ever really had cool points but I can dream, can’t I?
My fascination with Bravo reality shows is an odd thing that sometimes surprises myself and I have no excuse. No excuse whatsoever so if you are unduly offended and thinking I’m an odd, freaky geek with frizzy hair, you win the Buick.

Of course, I have no Buick to give you but consider yourself the winner.

You know, I’m really not that impressed with canned meat. Nor am I impressed with salsa unless it’s filled to the brim with tomatillas and is light on the cilantro.

I also detest cooked red peppers.

Now I don’t hate everything even though this post started out on a pouty tone. I’m very unhappy with my header which I’m going to have to change up before I go mad. If you are wandering why I changed the template over here is I had several people

Bravo has a great deal of reality television shows to choose from. Some of them are pretty darned skippy (unabashed Tim Gunn fan here and I love going here for the snark/love after Project Runway airs.) I guess I started watching Bravo reality television when Queer Eye for the Straight Guy was on, which was fun but faded away rather quickly.