I don’t know about ya’ll, but one of the things I loved as a lil’ Phuque was prime-time television. The Cosby Show, A Different World, and The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air were a few of my favorite sitcoms to watch.
Flash forward to 2007…
Survivor. Big Brother. Joe Millionaire. Flavor of Love. These cheap-ass “reality” shows have ruined prime-time TV, and what was once great television now comes in a boxset sitting on a shelf in a mall for $50.00 (or in a .rar file on
my some college kid’s desktop).
I blame the one that started it all: The “Real” World.
Now I can’t front – I liked the first 6-7 seasons of that show. But if someone’s sticking four cameras and boom mics in your face every single day, how “real” are you gonna act?. Then there’s the whole casting for conflict thing (if you buy the whole “living experiment” excuse, then take off your shirt so I can sell it to you). If I put two white women, one asian woman, one black man, one white man, a Hispanic lesbian, and a gay dog in the same room, I don’t have to guess what’s going to happen (no “this guy walks into a bar” joke). Then on top of that the producers of the show are constantly looking for ways to start shit in the confessionals. For instance:
Producer: “How do you feel about Becky sleeping with that guy in your room last night?”
Sarah: “Like….I didn’t really wanna, like, you know….comment on this or anything because I’ve only known Becky for like four hours, and we, like…get along well right now. But if I were to like, you know…..comment on the situation then, like…I would say she’s a slut for having sex with that Deshaun guy.”
Now that’s seems like a pretty honest answer – until it hits “editing”:
Sarah: “Like…well…I say Becky is a slut. She’s only known that Deshaun guy for like four hours.”
Yeah….that’s reality for ya. Between the wackery on the radio and “reality” shows, the entertainment industry is going to hell in a handbasket.
I guess there’s always Nick at Nite.