I don’t know about you, but I’m not up for selling my soul for that oh so coveted 15 minutes of fame.
They say you don’t feel it…you know…when you let the world (or people who waste their time watching reality TV) think you are an overbearing, pretentious, sleazy alcoholic. I don’t know. I feel like it would hurt somehow.
I have to give it to the people who edit those shows though because they are very very clever. Chopping and cropping, molding and folding clips to mesh their footage into what we perceive as a “story line” to an episode.
What is the ultimate cost?
Producers/people behind the scenes: A LOT OF MONEY
You: Loss of dignity, maybe a little self respect…but hey! Let’s look on the bright side. You did achieve some temporary fame, after all you were a trending topic on twitter for 4 hours 🙂 It’s the small victories right?
Wait…no it’s not about the small victories. LADIES! COME ON! I don’t care how big his “clock” supposedly is…it just ain’t worth it!
And woooah do not even get me started on this show and all of it’s off-spins. It’s a nightmare. It’s as though Maury Povich’s episodes where all the young girls are like “I want a baby! I don’t care that I don’t got no job and ain’t got no education!” ACTUALLY came to life and went viral throughout North America, glorifying the teenage mom struggle.
I don’t get it, but then again I don’t understand a lot of things. I plead ignorance for this continent’s inability to differentiate between what is entertainment and what is enjoying watching the pain of others…