My sister has urged me to address the situation regarding the recently resolved writers strike. Specifically, its harsh affect upon us, the loyal viewing public.
Did the strike affect you at all? Did it perhaps cause you to watch television you never dreamed you'd be watching, over and over (and over) again?
Having reached her plateau of Law and Order reruns for the week, one particularly desperate afternoon Sissy turned to Rock of Love. There she found herself simultaneously disturbed and intrigued by what she saw. (Namely, Brett Michaels sporting what appeared to be a bad weave.) Even worse is that she sat through the very same episode the next day, simply so her husband could also witness the unfortunate horror. Reality repeats? I'm afraid so, my friend.
And I've done it, too. As much as I'm surprised to admit it, I'm no stranger to Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew. I'm hooked. I can't get enough.
I've found myself watching the same Food Network cake competition several times over, or sitting through painful episodes of My Fair Brady, Maybe Baby? (Incidentally, Peter- you've become more cringeworthy than cousin Oliver ever was.)
I still remember when the first Real World came out. I was fourteen. Did you watch that first season, in New York City? The one with Julie, Heather, Andre, Norman, Kevin, Becky and Eric? That was quality television. The concept was new and different, whereas these days it's oh so scripted and stale. Do I really need to watch Bruce Jenner getting a mani/pedi on Keeping up with the Kardashians? Do I honestly need to witness Scott Baio pour his heart out to a bewildered nun on Scott Baio is 46 and Pregnant? (Apparently I did.)
If you or someone you love has succumbed to reality television, it's not too late. Heed the warning signs: a glaze over the eyes, mouth slightly ajar, the inability to respond when poked or prodded, having the inclination to begin conversations with questions like can you believe Daniel Baldwin texted pictures of his wanker to Mary Carey?
I am only too happy to see the writers return. Hip, hip, hooray!
It is too late now!! I already care too much about Celebrity Rehab and Rock of Love to stop watching. I actually turn to On Demand when I miss and episode. Pathetic. Damn Writers!
Posted by: Sissy | February 18, 2008 at 07:27 AM
I can't help but watch!
Do you know how many times I watched the I love New York reunion show?
Waaaaay too many times!
Posted by: Weinerdog | February 19, 2008 at 04:06 PM
I sat through an entire marathon of "The Two Coreys" the other day... it was a low point.
Posted by: Stacey | February 19, 2008 at 10:05 PM
I've only seen I Love New York a couple of times, but The Two Corey's is a personal favorite. I'm a little sad I missed the marathon!!
Posted by: The Odd Broad | February 20, 2008 at 10:55 PM
The Two Corey's is a fabulous train wreck. Good viewing. I think I like these shows because it makes me feel better about myself. Although I am not famous, at least I am not washed up.
Posted by: Sissy | February 21, 2008 at 06:17 PM