I try to be a good citizen and keep up on current events that actually matter. Ask me about the election, and I feel comfortable giving you my views. Ask me about the latest scientific and technological advancements, and while I may not know all of the details, I'll be happy to look them up and get back to you. Ask me about the education records in my town, who our current leaders are, the latest legislation on the table, or the crime rates, and I'll tear it up. I keep up on these facts so that I can stem the guilt that comes from what I really want to study: horrible, toxic "reality" television shows.
Shows like "Flavor of Love", "Rock of Love", "The Hills", "Super Sweet Sixteen", "Snapped", and (God help me) "Rock of Love: Charm School Edition" are like sucking on a giant sugar cube while smoking down a carton of Winston Lights--not good for you by anyone's imagination, but daaaaaammnnnit they go down so easily.
I've quit smoking, stopped drinking pop, rarely consume alcohol, cut back on sodium, and started taking vitamins, but it will be one brave bastard who tries to pry the remote from my death grip on Saturday night or Sunday afternoon. These shows actively work to make me a smidge dumber after every viewing. And it feels soooo good. I can't help it. When these idiots go at it in a down and dirty cat fight over a person who can only be described as a repulsive carnival mannequin, I just sit back with my glass of iced tea, put my feet up on a stack of newspapers and reference books and let the dirty, gritty, disgusting pleasure baptize me in all its repellent glory.
2 comments:
Everyone has his or her opiate. Although I've never seen any of the shows you mentioned, I will happily while away the hours with total-shit 70s exploitation films.
I haven't even heard of most of those shows. I'm with C, give me shitty movies or at least some video games and I'm a happy man.
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