dear reality tv show industry:
what the fuck, man?
okay, so. shit happens in life. people get crushes and fall in love and have babies. people get crushes and have one night stands and have pregnancy scares. people fuck. a lot. all the time. people deal with illnesses and and addiction and grief. people get fat and lose weight and sometimes get fat again. people go completely, totally, batshit nutjob crazy insane. people pretend to be attracted to old unattractive semi-washed up hip hop icons to get ahead. this is life. this is reality. and as such, it’s all shit that we see on reality tv everynight, from mtv’s the real world to the biggest loser to celebrity rehab with dr drew (who just may have a little bit of sex appeal to him, but i havent decided yet. i digress) to age/rock/flavor of love. this is life, and this is what us voyuers want to see. we need to believe that it isnt scripted, even when it so plainly is (I’M LOOKING AT YOU, THE HILLS). we need to believe that no one knows the cameras are there, even during those little interviews where you prompt participants with the necessary questions to make a good show. we need to feel like we’re perched high up in a tree planted right smake in the middle of the open, unfenced fields of these people’s minds, that we’re flies on their walls, that what we’re seeing on screen would actually happen in real life. because that’s the point, right? reality tv. reality is happy, its sad. it’s dancing and being danced with. its singing, its crying, it being disagreed with. sometimes its being called a “nigger;” sometimes it’s being spat upon. often following that, it’s having one’s ass beat for spitting upon someone or calling someone a “nigger.”
and that’s where shit becomes COMPLETELY unrealistic.