I cannot express how much reality television means to me. It gets me through the good and the bad, and I have been relying on it as much as I rely on eyeliner, because I look approximately 12 years old without it. Reality television is one of the worlds guiltiest pleasures (that’s right the world, everyone is going down with me); I particularly care for the trash type of reality television.
Any show that involves women arguing in every episode tickles my fancy.
This type of television is a solace to me for many reasons; one being that it makes me feel good about myself. Seeing women act a fool and to not be one of them makes me feel as good as Nene Leakes thinks she looks.
I also love reality television because it serves as a release from dealing with some seriously heavy shit.
There are heavy times right now and instead of going crazy from the mayhem that is the blatant racism going on in our own backyards; reality TV is keeping me sane. It’s nothing wrong with having a release as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone. Reality TV happens to be mine. In times like this especially, we all need a reason to laugh to keep from fucking shit up. If we are constantly focused on the bad we will be in despair causing tempers to flair and aiding in the destruction that we are all sick of.
Sometimes we need mindless, sometimes we need stupidity, sometimes we need some emptiness just to remind us that while we laugh, it’s not all bad.