Visual garbage, some would label reality TV without hesitation. I'll admit, It's true for the most part. But, like the dirty little microbes that infest our discarded waste, I thoroughly enjoy some juicy television trash from time to time. I don't really care much for sports on the boob though. Don't get me wrong, I really like playing sports and I think it's very important for most men to have somewhere for their testosterone to vent. I just never completely caught on to the whole fan-atic behavior. I have made attempts to keep up with a chosen "favorite" team before, keeping track of the popular players, memorizing stats to use as arsenal in heated debates, advertising my loyalty with team apparel and all other sorts of half hearted actions. It just never stuck. My only honest reason for even trying to keep up before was so that I could join in on the most consistent topic within my closest group of friends. You see, I too can be a man's man in select moments with my peers but a majority of the time I am just another dork trying to come up with more quirky thoughts to share. The thing that I love about reality shows is that even though they edit in all the juicy drama that also means they edit out all the boring stuff. A majority of the people on those shows really are as stupid as it seems. I don't know about you but I love watching idiots be idiots. There's a new show called "An Idiot abroad" that is produced by Ricky Gervaise and it is hilarious.
It's about a guy, who happens to be a close friend of Ricky, and he isn't exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. He is sent to travel around the world to experience other cultures in the rawest form. Traveling from one amazing destination to the next staying in horrible hotels and being guided thru the towns by quirky locals. The whole time he is away he sarcastically comments on every discomfort he encounters. His dry British humor is exactly what keeps me coming back for more.

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