Why I Love Reality TV

Why I Love Reality TV

What my guilty pleasure has taught me about life

I love reality television. There, I said it. I am a fan of an industry that arguably does nothing beneficial for society. It is an entire franchise that promotes social norms such as conventional and hard to reach beauty standards, consumerism, vanity and continues to circulate money to people who are often already wealthy, and have limited talent and resources which they truly use to improve society. I understand all of these things and I get that by flipping to station to any of "The Real Housewives" or "Keeping up with the Kardashians," I am in some way supporting concepts that I otherwise stand against, but hear me out.

For me, reality television is mindless and relaxing. After a stressful day, I love to hear about other people's non-problems. Watching someone stress out over lunch reservations in the back seat of limo somehow puts my problems into perspective. I know that some people prefer to think about how their situation is not the worst when they are feeling overwhelmed, but that just depresses me. Rather than try to think of the millions of ways my life could be worse off, I like to immerse myself in pointless drama that is interesting without being stressful, and shows me how silly life's problems really are when they are seen as a part of the bigger picture.

Plus, when I start to watch the shows regularly, I get attached to the characters. Removed from the all of the stigmas surrounding them, they are all real people with hopes and dreams and likes and dislikes and concerns and joys. At the heart of it all, they are people, who despite seeming out of touch are deserving of love and respect and appreciation.

Maybe it is all a strange self-justification I made up to ease the guilt on my guilty to pleasure, but I really do feel that watching trashy TV, not only helps me deal with random things that stress me out, but it has also helped me understand that social problems cannot be solved by being pegged to a human face. They can be actualized in that form, but given the chance to get to know other people better, we will understand that the issue is not them, but the ideas that are cast around them. Change must be conceptualized and that can only happen when we start to see everyone for what they are: humans.

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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