Okay, so I talk a good game. I post poetry and muse on spiritual topics so you’d think I’m a deep kind of guy. Guess again.
I… like reality TV. Love it.
Okay, not all of it. But I love the kinds of reality shows that involve people with talent competing for their shot at the Big Time… and a Saturn Roadster.
Currently my shows are Project Runway, So You Think You can Dance (Dooce likes it too), and (a little less enthusiastically) Hell’s Kitchen. Other shows that come up around the year are American Idol and Top Chef. There was one on PBS called Cooking Under Fire but I haven’t seen that again since its first season. Pity, that.
I love watching truly talented and creative people do their thing. I like the performances, especially toward the end when the finalists are left and the lesser talent has been voted off the island.
Yeah, so I don’t care for the first “footage of idiots who think they’re talented” audition shows of each season, the smarmy hosts, the lame attempts to feature offstage drama, and especially the results shows that extend what should take about 2 minutes for 30 or even 60 minutes. But I look past all of that to find some really talented folks doing what they love for a chance to do more of what they love and earn a living doing it.
So yeah, I’m a sentimental mainstream lowbrow type inside. I like reality TV. Don’t be fooled by the poetry and the quotes from Reinhold Niebuhr.