Reality television shows seem to have taken over the networks, but what I want to know is whose reality are we talking about here?

Reality television shows seem to have taken over the networks, but what I want to know is whose reality are we talking about here? It is certainly not my reality.

I had my television taken out over a year ago. There isn’t much I want to watch and I’d much rather that money go towards my gym membership so I had it removed. Every time I catch an episode of something while I am at the gym or my folk’s house, I am reminded of why I do not have T.V. in the first place. Very little of what is on captures my attention. I’d much rather be reading, writing, sewing, or scrap booking then watching what is available.

Among my pet peeves are shows like “Swamp People” and “Turtle Man”. Every episode is the same. These semi-illiterate people go out to kill or capture an animal that can hurt them. It is the same scenario but on a different day. Watching two women, that look like men, go out into a boat and shoot an alligator with a pistol and haul it in, is not my idea of fun. I want to be the girl that wears the alligator shoes, not the girl that kills the alligator.

Next up on my awful list are “Teen Mom” and “Nashville”. These shows center around the broken hearts and drama of people involved.  How much of what is filmed really happens and how much is “made-for-T.V.” is questionable. All I can say is…everyone does not get drunk and sleep around on weekends. Enough said.

I used to like “The Biggest Loser” when it first originated. It was enjoyable to see people overcome obstacles and gain success while offering some competitive rivalry. However, when the show turned into back stabbing politics of foul mouth contestants, I quit watching. I wanted to see the challenges and weight loss success, not who said what to whom and tried to under-cut the opponent. It ceased being fun when it ceased being positive. Yet I do find it hilarious when they unplug the contestant’s refrigerator when they are kicked off; symbolism at its best.

At least HGTV would be there to pick up the pieces, or so I hoped. The last time I watched an episode of “House Hunters” I wanted to throw up. Scenario: Jane age 28 and John age 32 are in the market for their first home. They “only” have a budget of $800,000. Jane wants a “fixer upper” in the country close by her Mother. John wants to live downtown in a condo next to a bar.  Jane finds a “fixer upper” at a steal of $722,000, while John finds an 800 square foot condo “with a view” for $825,000. Oh my, whatever shall they do?? Seriously, I’m worried about buying $6 orange juice! I don’t have time to listen to Jane whine about the counter tops in the condo. If she buys granite, she won’t have enough funds to hire a decorator. Boohoo! If you have $800,000 and no taste to decorate your own place, I don’t feel sorry for you. Also, if you are too lazy to strip some wallpaper in a house that was deemed “a fixer upper” I still don’t feel sorry for you.

As I said before, I am not sure who came up with these shows or deemed them as reality, but I can assure you, my life is nothing like theirs.