The Death of Reality
I haven’t posted for a while so here are the updates on the important issues you should know!I have the freaking flu. I’m sure it’s not terminal but it certainly feels like it is. No, that’s not the important issue. It’s just a statement of my current condition. This blog is being written under the influence of Theraflu, Tylenol Severe Cold Medicine, and some green gel pill that’s either for head congestion or heart worms for the dog. Either way I feel like I’m protected on all fronts against this the deadliest of all diseases. Don’t forget that 21.5 million people died as a result of the 1918-1919 flu pandemic. Does the flu get a telethon or a big celebrity spokesperson? Nope. It doesn’t even get a glass jar on a drug store counter with a picture of some poor lazy-eyed kid with snot dripping from his nose to his mouth asking for donations to help fight the flu. Okay, I’m a wimp.
I’m usually always on the go so being sick gives me a chance to sit back and watch TV or rent a DVD. I know that theirs a lot of reality shows on TV but I never noticed how many people are willing to completely humiliate themselves on such a wide scale. The collective need to be on television is overwhelming. I’m not talking about the anger-eating, foul smelling, wife beating, stone washed, inbred amphetamine addicts like on Jerry Springer. I’m referring to regular people just like you and me. Well,… just like me. I don’t technically know everyone who reads this blog so I can’t verify your character.
If it’s not an insider’s view of celebrity’s unrehersed real lives it’s pretentious staged human drama with all the pauses, retakes, edits and dubs of an Austin Power’s movie. Here are reviews of some of the shows I’ve watched over the last few days.
Kimora: Life in the FAT FAB Lane.
Was a model…blah,blah,blah…married Russel $immons…blah,blah,blah…now runs fashion empire based on her FABULOUS image and being FAT PHAT. So we get Baby Phat Fashions where she gets input from her young daughters on what little girls want to wear. Apparently little girls want to dress like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, Punky Brewster, and Blossom all hopped up on Fruity Pebbles and Gummi Bears. She bosses her staff around like they are kennel dogs while making the most ridiculous demands of them while they take it like Desperate Housewives. Pleasing Kimora is the most important thing in their lives. Being pleased and being fabulous is the most important thing in Kimora’s life and the basis of the whole show. According to Kimora, being fabulous is not just about the jewelry, make-up, clothes, money, party’s, and status…it’s about feeling fabulous whomever you are. I have never felt less fabulous than I do right now.
Brooke Knows Best
Should be called Brooke Knows Nothing. I could only stomach a few minutes of this one. It is a spin-off of her her family’s reality show Hogan Know’s Best which ran until her parent’s broke up, followed by her brother’s arrest, and her mother’s much publiczed dating of a 19 year old. Of course none of that reality was ever filmed. Now Brooke is on her own and uh…doing something…or something…and, um, that’s pretty much it. Saving and then pro-creating from a mindless sliver of Hogan Know’s Best is like saving a sample of Hitler’s stem-cell to create future abominations to mankind. Um, I didn’t like it.
Gene Simmons Family Jewels
I actually like this show. I think Gene Simmons is very likable and is both aware of his current staus as a superstar without forgetting that he’s still just a Jewish kid from Brooklyn. All in all it’s a pretty cool show and you get the feeling that the reality is as real as real can get for a reality show. Say that three time fast. I’ve now got a headache to go with my flu.
