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It all started with MTV. The Real World to be specific. Viewers everywhere tuned into to see the trials and tribulations of "ordinary" people who has their every move taped round the clock in a lush living space in the Big Apple. Voyeur T.V. had begun.
Other than the occasional bout of weakness, I have managed to avoid any real religious television habits. Sure, there are shows that I enjoy immensely and will watch if something else isn't going on. But for the most part I've always spent the majority of my free time reading or writing.
The Bachelor, Joe Millionaire, Road Rules, Big Brother and the like have all pretty much stayed under my television radar as mindless entertainment that would only distract me from a good book or the composition of some truly insipid poetry. That all changed when I got married.
Television is a family event in my house. We watch a variety of shows on the Disney Channel in the evenings with my seven year old daughter, and I often find myself in front of some home makeover show that my wife fancies. All of this TV watching is out of a want to do something with the family, when I'm too tired to play games or go out an rent a good movie. It's really nothing more than background noise over living room conversation.
At least until my wife tuned into an episode of Survivor.
Now I'm addicted. It's sad but it's true. There is no excuse for it, other than my own weak will and addictive personality. It's like crack I tell you. I've read up on the episodes I missed online. I know which contestant is the most popular and who everyone thinks will win the thing. I talk about the show while I'm at work, no doubt causing my employees to wonder if I'm losing my mind.
Someone please help me. Reality Television finally got it's hooks in my brain.
Bart
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Smile if you're stupid,
laugh if you understand.
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