There are two problems with reality tv. The first one is the whole concept. The second one is that it isn’t close to being real.

What idiot came up with this one? Reality? Reality is what you want to escape from. It’s the sole purpose of watching tv. If we want reality we can go out on the streets and get mugged. It’s watching things that aren’t real that entertain us. For women, it’s soap operas. The storylines are so absurd women know that can’t ever happen in their life. For guys it’s any action show. Guys love seeing someone make an unbeatable weapon from some junk laying around. Guys feel safer being around junk. Who wants reality?

How real is it that some guy will get a blind date with a gorgeous woman? The first lie is that the woman isn’t even blind. Blind date indeed. Here this woman will a sculptured face that would, and maybe does, stop the guy’s heart from beating. The hair is perfect. There is always an abundance of cleavage and protrusions. These woman, if they’re real, are an engineering marvel. Biologically, they can’t exist. Not yet.

The one real thing is the snide remarks they make that you, the audience, get to see printed on the screen. The poor schlep she with hasn’t a clue. Well, that part is real. Guys don’t have a clue about women. About all guys know about women is cleavage and, uh, that’s it.

Would you really eat maggots to survive? Maybe if you really, really had to, sure, suppose so. To be on tv knowing you can get real food? Not a chance. Every night the groups, or tribes, whatever they call it, sit around the campfire. This is after a couple of weeks of not bathing or brushing their teeth. No one passes out from the bo or the bad breath. That’s real?

All reality tv is about as real as, say, someone like Arnold Swartzeneggar becoming Governor of California.