Of course, I havent always thought that way. There was a time a few months ago when I was totally into all of the hoopla, where I waited with baited breath for every Spiedi appearance on I'm A Has-Been. . .Get Me Out Of Here, and stayed up late into the night watching the mind-numbing Deadliest Catch (which should be renamed to Dull, Dirty and Dangerous).
I think it was the middle of American Choppers when I had a sudden awakening about the fundamentals of the entire genre. The scene went something like this:
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The guys are fixing a motorcycle. Paul Jr. asks Paul Sr. for a wrench. We see them work. Cut To Paul Jr standing in the garage .
Paul Jr: So I turn to my father and ask for a wrench. He gives me one.
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No shit sherlock. Didn't we just see that?
Now, I want to be perfectly clear. This is not a 'talent' issue---it has nothing to do with the guys on the show---but a production issue. The producers must think we are a bunch of r-tards if we can't figure out what just happened, let alone need to suffer through more lame commentary for another 45 minutes about the wrench. It makes you wonder, if the show isnt interesting enough to keep going for a full hour, shouldnt they start rethinking the subject matter?
In that vain, I have started formatting my life like a reality show. Now when I do something, I'll immediately turn to the person next to me and tell them exactly what I've just done. You should try is sometime. It makes you feel important and really annoys the crap out of everyone else.
That being said, I still watch reality TV, and while most of it bores me, there is still one show that makes me feel like this:
I love you Bear Grylls.
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