I used to have a heavy duty addiction to reality television. If it had real people doing basically anything in front of a camera crew, I was in. Lately, I’ve cut back a lot, but I hope to fully eliminate the need to watch this faux reality. Why? Well, besides it being largely pointless, it generally goes against everything I want for my children in life. Let’s start with one of my “favorite” shows: Dance Moms. The hubs absolutely hates that I watch this show largely due to this lady
Miss Abby Lee Miller has made a name for herself by yelling at children on national television. I try to convince myself that I like the show for the dancing, but if that were true, I could just watch the millions of dance competition videos uploaded on Youtube. No, I like the drama. Here’s the thing though, like the hubs pointed out, no matter how “real” this may be or not, this tyrant yells at poor little girls demeaning them as worthless; what child can handle that level of criticism? If the girls’ dance teacher ever spoke a word like Miss Abby, we would never step foot in the building again.
I haven’t actually watched The Bachelor in a long long time, but it is such a vapid, scripted mess that I need to mention it. The show frequently talks about the Bachelor on his “journey” to find love. A bevy of beauties compete for said love often berating each other and falling into helpless fits of sobs over this dreamboat of a man. Here’s the thing, none of these women should take a rose from this jerk. Sure, it’s part of the “journey” for him to make out with each and every one of them. And it is completely normal and non-degrading to go into an overnight suite with a guy you’ve spent maybe ten hours with total. The above bachelor, the linguistically homophobic Juan Pablo, actually has the audacity to feature his own little girl on the show. Would he want her to be prey to the same kind of “journey” one day? Real love does not include allowed cheating, or spontaneous solo serenades from some mid-level pop star, or some ridiculous televised wedding where a television station prostitutes your “love story” for a wedding you could never afford any other way (have you heard the disgusting total tonight’s wedding is costing?)
I can’t speak too much about any of The Real Housewives shows because I (thankfully) have never watched an episode. It is still easy to garner what this trash is about through the repeated media coverage of it though. This show teaches that all you need in life is money and to be the most high maintenance. It shows us that female friendships should be aggressive and catty and plastic surgery is a fix-all for aging. With the economy in the state it is, why would anyone ever want to watch these vulgar women parade around the fact that they are one percenters?
Listen, I get it. I used to watch so many hours and hours of this crap. Heck, I even liked Honey Boo Boo for a minute. But lately I am realizing that time is not infinite, and every moment we spend on this stuff is a minute that could be spent on something better. So, I am working on eliminating my weekly reality catharsis fix and hope you will too. Think of your own little monsters being on one of these shows…would you still want to watch then? Remember, entertainment doesn’t have to mean stupidity or immorality. You can always: