These days Reality television is a joke. Everyone who is searching for love never finds it the first go round, guaranteeing the predictable sequel. The depiction of celebrity home life as “normal” resembles a slapstick comedy skit complete with bratty children, temper tantrums, and one-liners. It’s an insult to my intelligence when I am supposed to believe David Beckham normally teaches Snoop Dogg’s children to play soccer, and I refuse to believe Coolio is a culinary chef!
First, I love Reality television. What originally drew me in was the unpredictability of its content, not to mention the depth of humility people will endure to be on television and win a prize. Now that a few stars have emerged from Reality television, everyone is vying for position to fit into the cookie cutter compartments. Omarosa gave birth to the Reality Bitch, Flavor Flav the Reality Pimp with Ms. New York supporting as the Bottom Ho. Donald Trump the Reality Businessman, The Osbourns as the Reality f’d-up family, Keyshia Cole brings to life the Reality crack cocaine element and Britney Spears the Reality…. Well you fill in the blank. The point is, once the doors are opened, the script is constantly re-circulating but with different Head-liners. Every nobody with a “looking for love” show has a mansion (that is not theirs for real) and a harem complete with drunks, booty-shakers, and those who should be committed in a mental institute. Whoever is the best performer in the Harem gets a spin-off show complete with more of the same. Toya from the Tiny and Toya show is afraid of every damn thing! I just want the producers to allow her to ease up on the term “afraid”. It’s clear she had been encouraged to use it without any limits. Yes Toya, I understand that being Lil Wayne’s ex-wife umpteen years ago has presented road blocks for you, but honestly…..I didn’t even know you were married to him before the show.
I just want Reality television to be the Reality television it used to be. This Un-reality realm I have entered is so disappointing. Oh and the Real Housewives of Atlanta; I purposely strayed from that one. That is a topic in itself!
O.k Good People, I need you to talk to me and give it to me straight. Am I the only one caught in the Un-reality Matrix?….Speak to me….I’m listening…..Holla at ya Gyrl!
I dont watch “reality” TV — its never been of interest — and its always been unreal