April 22, 2009 by Marj Hatzell
I have this little secret.
As much as I’d like to say I don’t watch reality tv and I think it is the downfall of the human race (don’t get me on that soapbox, I won’t get off for a long time), I secretly watch clips on the Internets.
Specifically? American Idol. Every season I skip the majority of it, wait for, say, the final twelve or so and then watch the vids online. I don’t vote. I don’t watch it live. I don’t care who wins (nb: TOTAL LIE).
I don’t care who wins but this season? EVERYONE SUCKS (especially people like Adam who screw up Tears for Fears songs) AND KRIS SHOULD TOTALLY WIN.
My other reality obsessions are House Hunters and Extreme Makeover Home Edition, since I’m obsessed with homes I can never own.
I admit to being completely enthralled with I Love New York. It was like a bad car wreck: I knew I shouldn’t watch but I couldn’t help but peek through my fingers. Grotesque and macabre? Maybe. But HOLY CRAP I had to tune into every episode. And this was after I watched every episode of Flavor of Love.
I really hope this doesn’t wreck your impersonation of me.
HOWEVER. I would like to state (just for the record) that I have never, ever, voluntarily watched an episode of Survivor. And I don’t watch The Apprentice. Or Rock of Love Bus. Or any of that garbage. Never seen the Bachelor. Don’t watch Wife Swap or Super Nanny.
But, since we’re coming clean, I did watch Celebrity Rehab. Just the first season, I swear.
Ok. Now’s your chance. What’s your Reality Indulgence? ADMIT IT! There has to be one. I won’t tell, I swear it. Just between you and me (and the tens of people that might read here today).