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Why watch reality TV

By Will Sommer
Magis staff writer

She was the kind of girl your mother warned you about, but more for her inability to properly highlight roots than loose morals, and he used more mousse than an Alaskan survivalist. They bickered in the beginning, but they had collapsed together by the end of the night. Was it love? Don’t make post-post-cynicism laugh. It was reality TV, and it seduces whatever else you’re watching and steals its kidneys.
Now, there are those of you who say reality TV’s lame, that it’s not real, or that it objectifies women. Give your grandmother back her Reader’s Digest and pay attention to the two reasons why you should like reality TV. Good things come in twos, after all (the uncles on Full House, the 16th through 17th centuries, etc.).
First of all, reality TV gives you real human emotion. Nothing rips out a tender Man for Others heart like Trading Spouses. Creepy rural woman Lisa went to California, where her babbling about country life makes Houston’s smog more enjoyable than it already is. Samantha, the California woman she switched with, also encountered problems, but grew on her host family like fungus--or the national debt. By the end of the show she had spread tolerance like butter on the warm muffin called love.
But the show’s real punch arrives when Lisa comes home, seething about California and its indifference to Golden Corral. She does her reality villain snarl upon arrival, and her family grows cold, longing for Samantha and knowing Lisa will never understand.
Doesn’t that just double you up? I mean, it’s too bad Frasier has to juggle a station manager interview and a date with a rival Seattle psychologist on the same night, but come on. Trading Spouses steals your soul and scripted television doesn’t.
Reality television is also easy to relate to. Forget CSI’s “believable characters”--it’s got the libido of a blind eunuch. The 5th Wheel, on the other hand, is all about partying. You get five people together, throw in some mediocre commentary, and “hook-ups unhook, and things get nasty.” That’s hard not to enjoy.
You can say all that you want about reality television, but, in the end, it doesn’t matter, because it delivers on television’s greatest promise by bringing you closer to the rest of the world.