I don’t watch tv the way I used to. What I mean by that is that I don’t watch dramas or sitcoms. I watch reality tv. I tried to resist…but it started with Survivor and today that one show is responsible for changing not only how I, but millions of Americans view tv.
Once upon a time, summer was reserved for reruns. Promos for the new shows started in July and promised great premiers in the fall. Of course, once upon a time, I only had 4 stations to choose from and had to walk across the room to change the channel.
These days, new “seasons” can start at any time during any season–not just fall. And tonight, one of my favorites is coming on again–Project Runway. This reality compeition pits designers cutting and clawing their way through weeks of challenges. The show is hosted by uber-model Heidi Klum and her catch phrase, “You’re out,” is delivered with Germanic glee.
But Project Runway is only one of the reality shows I love. Top Chef, America’s Next Top Model, and, of course, Survivor are other favorites. But I do have my standards. American Idol, Dancing with the Stars and other “talent” shows are not must-see tv at my house.
And there’s one other show I must confess to watching. I resisted, but it lured me in. It is tacky beyond words and the women in it are worthy of a blog all their own. They are obsessed with money, status and appearances. They have horrible honking accents and more money, jewels and houses than I’ll ever have. They are The Real Housewives of New York City. Their pretensions are hysterical. They may be A-listers in New York, but I think they’d have a hard time getting by here in Franklin. But that doesn’t mean I won’t watch. 🙂