I don’t really drink, I don’t do drugs and I don’t even really do sugar much anymore. I’m a big fat old bore with basically no vices except one. REALITY TV. I love it so very much.
When I have it on at home my baby daddy either leaves the room or reads next to me with ear phones in because, apparently, all the fighting and squawking and sheer fabulousness of ‘reality’ gives him anxiety. Wimp.
I know this sounds a tad bonkers and the monks in tibet would think I’m insane, but watching reality TV, to me, is almost like meditation. You see, you don’t have to think. Not one bit. No brain power AT ALL is used while viewing this form of television.
When I meet someone who shares my love of trashy TV I feel giddy. It’s an instant connection and common interest that is rare to come by. If I meet someone and they say they are a fan of Vanderpump Rules, I know there is something special about them.
My love of reality started back with one of the originals – Laguna Beach. Remember Steven? He is probably a good 10 years younger than me, but I adored his olive skin and he and Kristen made such a good couple, even though she was such a mole.
Then, The Hills started and reality TV was well and truly in my veins. Now I am a full blown junkie. Keeping Up With The Kardashian, Housewives of Beverly Hills (def the best of them), The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, Don’t Be Tardy… and the list goes on.
Judge away if you may, but life is better with reality. Promise.
What is your fave reality show?
We chatted with Beth McDonald from Baby Mac who is a fellow reality junkie. This chat is one of our faves.