I used to be an avid reality television watcher, but this was before reality TV became absolutely ridiculous. I watched early seasons of the Real World, Survivor, the occasional Bachelor/Bachelorette, Biggest Loser, etc. I watched about as much as I could stand of Real Housewives of Atlanta. I pulled back when I realized that I spent more time watching the lives of others than I spent living my own life. (I lived my life SO much that I even made an appearance on a reality show of sorts with Six Brown Chicks.)
I’m still a junkie for competition shows, or any home buying or renovation show on HGTV. But, I have deliberately refused to pay attention to the newish crop of reality TV (even though the BF tried to suck me into Storage Wars and later boycotted it himself when he realized it was staged). I don’t choose to watch shows about pregnant teenagers, women who throw chairs at each other, little plump children who perform in pageants or hillbilly handfishing — whatever the hell THAT is. I don’t kare about the Kardashians.
I don’t even think of it as reality TV, as much as I consider it to be “Lab Rat TV.” Let’s put these odd, volatile people in a sticky situation and see what happens.
The trouble is that these reality stars have somehow become celebrities, and I find myself perusing the entertainment magazines while in line to buy groceries, and failing to recognize most of the people who are plastered all over the covers of Us and People.
Recently, I’ve chosen to remain completely ignorant about whatever’s going on with the “star” of Duck Dynasty. I honestly don’t want to know what that show is about. I refuse to know the name of the man or learn about his family members who think it’s appropriate to have beards that could house wildlife, and his opinions don’t matter to me. I see his face plastered all over Facebook with commentary about his socio-political views, and while I’ve been tempted to click and read, I feel as though that would be tantamount to actually watching the show. Not gonna happen.
Here’s my question . . . why do we care what he thinks or how he feels? As far as I can tell, that man is contributing very little to society (except to serve as a great example of a fashion don’t). And why do we have expectations that his ideals will align with ours? Because, of COURSE they won’t! Truth be told, I would actually be more concerned if his opinions matched perfectly with mine. But then again, I know not of what I speak. He could be an upstanding citizen with a bad sense of style.
I don’t want to give this any more airplay than it deserves, and I’m honestly not trying to be elitist or judgmental, but I’m just curious as to why we, as a society, have taken to glamorize and elevate people to celebrity status who have no visible talents, other than their abilities to be interesting to watch on a reality show? I’m writing this because I really don’t get it.
I encourage a healthy debate. Please feel free to comment with your opinion.